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Master's Way:

If there was something more boring than school, Ranma had yet to find it. There was no fighting, no food during class and having a chi vampire for a teacher meant that not paying at least some attention wasn't always a good idea. So he sat, with 'the past participle' blurring with 'quadratic equations', while he tried to stave of his boredom. He did realize intellectually that he was supposed to know these things, but he couldn't understand why.

It wasn't like a martial artist would fight a periodic table and a sensei would never use an amendment to teach someone how to throw a punch. Besides, he'd been in and out of schools so much that he was a bit lost on some things.

What he did know was that some time during the day, something would happen. It might be as minor as a glomp from Shampoo, or it might be as big as another challenger, but he knew that there was going to be some weirdness that would happen during the day. He just didn't know when.

"It was good of you and Akane to wait for me," commented Nabiki as the trio walked home after a day after school.

"Like we had a choice," muttered Ranma.

"What was that?"

"Uhh... Nothin'. Really!"

"Thought so," said the smirking middle Tendo as she tugged on the buckle on her schoolbag.

Akane frowned slightly. "Is something wrong?"

"The buckle won't stay closed for some reason. I've tried to fix it, but..."

"At least that's the worst that's happened today."

"You really shouldn't say things like that, Sis."

"Why?"

"You know what goes on around here. Saying things like that will only tempt the fates."

"I don't think so. For once, we're going to have a nice day, without some idiot messing it up."

"Ranchan!" called out a certain chef.

"Ucchan!" replied Ranma.

"You were saying?" commented Nabiki.

Akane just sighed.

"What are ya doing over here Ucchan?"

His 'cute' fiancee shrugged. "I have to stop over at the store to see if I can get a new bag. The straps on this one are getting too loose. What about you?"

"We're just headin' back home."

"Oh my. I didn't expect to see you here," put in another voice. The group turned to see Kasumi standing there with a shopping bag on her arm and a bunch of books in her grasp.

"Kasumi, why are you here?" asked Akane.

"I had to go and borrow some books from Doctor Tofu's collection and I picked up some things afterwards."

"You see, Nabiki? Nothing happened."

"Ranma!"

At the sound of the new voice, Nabiki just gave her younger sister a look

The call was all the warning that Ranma had as a curvy Amazon slammed into him. "Uh... Hi, Shampoo..."

"Shampoo too too glad to see Airen. Ranma take Shampoo to date?"

"Hohohohohohoho! My dear Ranma-darling wouldn't take such a harridan anywhere when I'm around," called out an arriving Kodachi Kuno.

"Who you calling 'harridan', Crazy Rose Girl!"

"Why you of course!"

"And what makes him your Ranma?" asked Ukyo.

"It is only logical. Why would he want a barbarian, a serving girl, or a gorilla when he could have the wonder that is me?"

"Shampoo show you who 'barbarian'!"

"No one calls me names, sugar!"

"Who are you calling a gorilla?!"

Ranma took one look at the girls preparing to fight

One of the prime tenants of the Anything Goes School was self-preservation, otherwise looking out for one's own skin. Happosai had taught his students very well the ways that the might be able to get to safety. (Usually with a crowd of angry villagers at their backs.) Genma raised it to new levels with his... techniques and ways to get out of facing the consequences of his actions. And despite the fact that he had a spine, Ranma had enough experience to realize that having all four of the girls who had an interest in him being in one place could be hazardous to his health.

So he took the only option he could think of.

"Man, I'm outta here!" said Ranma just before he took to the rooftops to get away.

"Arien! You no run away!"

"Ranma-darling! Wait for your Kodachi!"

"Ranchan! Get your rear back here!"

"Ranma, you jerk!"

As the Fiancee Brigade leapt to follow the pigtailed boy, the two other Tendo daughters turned and looked at each other.

"Guess we might as well go home," said Nabiki.

"That might be best," agreed Kasumi."

and as they walked home,Ranma congratulated himself on his thinking as he landed back on the street. He was sure that they would never think of his idea. It just was too simple for him to double back. And now he was standing where the chase had begun, finally relaxing for a bit.

'Looks like Nabiki and Kasumi went home,' thought the pigtailed boy. That the two older Tendo sisters had left hadn't been unexpected. But it did leave him on the street alone. Not that it really mattered. He'd be back at the Dojo soon enough.

Yet he stopped just as he was about to leave. something had caught his eye and he turned to get a better look. What ever it was, it hadn't been there earlier, or, at the very least, he hadn't seen it.'Now why would somebody leave a book lying' around like that?' thought Ranma. It was a perfectly good book, or it looked that way. That made it all the more odd that it had been dropped there like that. Most likely it had been dropped by accident, and the owner simply just didn't know.

Figuring that he'd like to have it back if it was his, he picked it up to take home so that he could find the owner. Maybe it'd have a name tag in it or something. He'd check it later, but first he had to get home. Then he'd read it to find out who it belonged to.

And so Ranma took the book, only to later find out that it was really covered with dust; in fact, he had to polish it with a convenient rag

As he sat there and turned the book over in his hands, he discovered that while it was dusty and dirty, it was still quite readable. Fortunately, he was able to get it nice and clean, so that he could check it out. It wasn't that he was particularly into books, but he had thought it might be good to return it to its owner, if at all possible.

Besides, he wasn't against reading, as long as he felt it was worth it. He didn't particularly care about romance novels or mechanical stuff, but give him something with action, or some new move and he might be places, the book looked to have varying ages. Some pages were newer than others, looking as if those papers had been stuck in afterwards. The binding seemed to have been redone some time in the past. As a book, it was the oddest one that he had come across.

What was written in it was just as strange. It read like a combination of a martial arts manual, poetry, and a instruction booklet. Pages and pages were dedicated to certain topics with pictures even. Every little bit was detailed, and all the steps were explained to the letter. Not one part of it was left to be misunderstood, no matter even if one actually tried to. The person who read and followed the instructions was to be a person who could master what the book was talking about.

Which was sex. Specifically, how to give, and receive the penultimate in lovemaking. One who knew all the techniques was supposed to become some masterful lover who could handle any sexual situation. One could dominate a woman one day, and the next, be the gentle first lover for a virgin.

With sections about 'fetishes', 'positions' and 'scents' it talked about things that were seriously out of his league. Sure he had some knowledge of how things went. Unfortunately, he had most of his education from watching animals on farms, and hearing his friends talk about it. He knew the general idea of what was supposed to happen in a bedroom between a guy and a girl, but only in a roundabout way. His father had never really had the time, and when he had asked, Genma had gotten red in the face and told him that he'd found out 'when he was older'.

But this told him exactly what went on, clearly enough that he could understand what Hiroshi and Daisuke had tried to tell them. Heck, it even had a 'babble point technique' taken from a pressure point expert who'd been trying to get people to tell about their dreams, but instead made them blurt out their sexual fantasies and not remember that they did so! (Though one would need a special tea to work in accordance with it.)

All in all, it was an eye opener, and one that would allow him to do a lot. But he didn't know if he wanted it. He already had enough trouble with girls as it was. If he started sleeping with them... Still, it would help if he did manage to... actually have to do that stuff. And it would be great to enjoy it.

Taping the cover of the book for a few moments, he thought about it

It was a not a simple decision for him. He knew if someone caught him trying anything, then he'd be thrashed but good. Heck, he might even let them. Doing something like this was going to be one of the hardest things that he had ever done. But after all, this would settle his doubts. If it didn't work then he would know that it was a fake, but if was real, then he'd just deal with it then.

Still, he had to chose who he'd have to work with. Some of the techniques in the book were easy, like the pressure point and tea, so that wasn't a problem. Choosing the right person was.

The decision took him through a long period of pacing, but in the end

There were three Tendo daughters to choose from, and if he could find them there was the two 'unofficial' daughters. It made things easier because it was inside the house, meaning that it'd be a whole lot easier to find a time to sneak around. It would mean that he also would have an easier time of having time to pick when to try it.

However, that still meant that he had to pick a girl, which he had. Now he just had to find a chance to see how this stuff worked

Ranma finally decided, he'd try something on Nabiki. Something that looked overall harmless, but would still be a good indicator of whether this book was true or not. And it would also have the benefit of getting Nabiki back for all the stunts she'd pulled.

Ranma nodded and settled on one of the teas. For one thing, it would be easy to slip to her without her noticing. Especially early in the morning when she was grasping for caffeinated teas and barely awake.

There were several he could try, but he settled on one that seemed embarrassing and altogether harmless.

There were four choices that stood out.

There was something called the "milk tea" that would cause Nabiki to start producing milk. This would cause her breast size to increase visibly, maybe a breast size or two, and it might prove a little embarrassing when her shirt started getting wet from the milk being forced out.

There was some commentary about the effects of the milk. Apparently it was a stamina builder, aphrodisiac and carried something called endorphins that made pleasure better. Apparently it increased the number of endorphins into the girl too, so she'd start to feel a heightened sense of pleasure. And the breasts would be more sensitive too. There was a side note that indicated that it was a useful antidote to most poisons and diseases too.

The milk tea was supposed to last for 24 hours.

There was the "truth tea" that made the subject talk about whoever they were most strongly attracted to. On and on without end for three days.

There was the "magnetism tea" that made the subject incredibly attractive to women. It was supposed to be for a man to drink, but Ranma couldn't help but think about putting Nabiki in his shoes for a bit. He'd just have to watch her back in case any of the crazier rivals got it in for her. That was supposed to last a day as well.

The fourth tea was the "tease tea" it made the drinker act like an "exhibitionist" for a good six hours. Ranma wasn't certain what an exhibitionist was, but it sounded embarrassing, and the book indicated that the subject wouldn't be pressed to sex unless they'd have made that decision in the first place.

Having decided to use the tea that was supposed to make Nabiki more... talkative, Ranma read the relevant chapter more closely. Genma might have taught this lesson through negative example, but he had taught it well - Always Read the Manual. The reading proved to be quite interesting, in fact - especially if he imagined Nabiki being the victim subject.

The technique - which he privately called the Babble Point Strike - required the tea as a basis. It would loosen the tongue, giving the drinker the desire to express their desires verbally. They would talk and talk incessantly and without reservation, revealing intimate secrets that they would otherwise never admit - without realizing what they were doing. Through the use of different shiatsu points, one could induce the subject to hold forth about different topics.

Without any further intervention, the recipient of the tea would simply talk about the person(s) they desired most. Whatever they felt for and knew about the object of their desire would be blabbed out for everyone to hear.

The Fetish point made people reveal their secret fetishes. Whatever object, body part, or action inflamed their passions - they would reveal it all. There would be no conversation that they wouldn't try to turn towards their favorite fetishes.

Similarly, the Fantasy Point made a recipient tell all their fantasies. If he hit Nabiki with that, she would relate at length and in explicit, lurid detail every single lustful fantasy she had ever had, be it ever so outlandish or fleeting. Whether she had richly detailed daydreams about herself as Snow White being ravished by the seven dwarfs, or whether she had wondered for a second what it would be like to be a stripper - all would come spilling forth.

The hilarious Potty Mouth Point caused the subject to use only the dirtiest, sluttiest vocabulary known to them. They would be unable to say even a single sentence without at least a dirty word or a crude reference to sex, and they would compulsively try to turn any conversation to sexual matters.

There were other points as well, but these seemed to be the most promising in the current situation.

Once he had made his decision, Ranma put his plan in motion. It wasn't difficult to make the tea itself; he managed to gather the necessary ingredients within a few days. Of course people who do not regularly rough it through the wilderness or scale mountains bare-handedly might have had more difficulty in that regard.

Feeding the tea to Nabiki without making her suspicious was rather more difficult. In the end he relied on her habit of eating snack food while watching TV. Just as she was finishing a bag of salty potato chips, he sat down at the table with a cup of normal tea and a pitcher containing about a cup full of the special tea (he had made more, just in case, but wasn't about to risk everybody taking a cup).

Feeling thirsty, Nabiki quite naturally grabbed the "remaining" tea Ranma appeared to have brewed for himself and drank it. She felt a little light-headed for a second or two and thus missed the look of triumph on Ranma's face.

The tea takes its course, and Nabiki suddenly strikes up a conversation, telling Ranma all about the person she loves. Who knew that Nabiki held such deep feelings for them - and the amount of personal information she has gathered would make a professional stalker envious.

The tea takes its course, but as it turns out, Nabiki doesn't have a single love. Instead, it seems that she has secretly lusted after just about everybody she ever met! She sure hid it well - but no longer!

Nabiki blinked for a few moments as the tea wormed it's way through her mind and body, images of that one special person coming up through the haze and striding forward, taking up all her mind until she just had to talk to someone about it, even Ranma.

And so, Ranma turning expectant, she turned around and started to talk at length about...

After Nabiki drank the tea that Ranma made, she couldn't help but to start talking to Ranma about the person she secretly liked... who happened to be Ranma himself. Apparently, the reason she took pictures of him and gathered info on him was because of a major crush.

When she started talking about him, Ranma went into shock, and could not force himself to move a muscle. He listened to her as she told him of all the information she had on him (which was allot more than she ever sold in her life), and the reason she passed him on to Akane that first day was that she was frightened (his curse turned her worldview upside-down). She also told him how over a short period of time she had come to regret that decision, but couldn't figure out what to do.

"You can't believe exactly how hard it was to get all that information on you," Nabiki said with a lopsided grin as she finished telling him exactly what she had on him.

Ranma blinked slightly as he realized that she had told him more about his life than even he could remember. She had apparently gone after him with a bit more than he had ever expected. Though it had been pretty neat to be able to be reminded of some things that he hadn't thought of in a while, this was rather disconcerting to think that she had gotten all this information on him without him ever knowing.

That also brought up another concern of his: What the heck was she going to do with all that info? It was one thing to know that she had the information, but just how would she use it on him? That was a lot of power to have, even if most of it was in the vein of which candy store he'd liked in Kyoto.

Plus, what would she do if she had him? If she could actually do what she wanted, what would she chose to do? How exactly would she do if they were to... try an 'encounter'?

Right then would be the best and easiest time to find out, so while she was complimenting his ability to make tea, he jabbed her 'Fantasy Point' so fast that she didn't notice, even though she wouldn't even remember the conversation later.

The effects were nearly instantaneous as Nabiki smiled seductively and ran a finger down his arm. "Do you know something though? I have spent so long wanting you that I even have a fast way of getting to my room for some... alone time. I know just when everyone will be doing their own things so I get some nice private time. And do you know what I do then?"

Gulping, the pigtailed boy shook his head.

"Of course you don't. But I go up there and get myself all worked up with some nice fantasies of mine. About you. I'll spent half an hour just up there sliding my hands around... caressing my body,

"...giving you control of me completely and utterly"

Ranma's hair stood on end and his eyes bugged out. After a few seconds of complete silence, he squeaked in a tiny voice "What ?" In a million years, he would never have pegged Nabiki Tendo as a submissive in any kind of situation.

Nabiki smiled sultrily and her voice grew wistful, her fingers still lazily tracing circles on his hand "Yes... It turns me on so much to imagine myself at your total mercy" She frowned a little "It isn't fair. You have the hottest bod in Nerima, you are actually a decent person compared to the other boys but outside of martial arts, you're a wimp... Why can't you be more forceful ?"

Ranma knew he was going to regret it but asked anyway "What... What kind of fantasies do you have about me ?"

Nabiki's face took a dreamy look "I'm counting my money in my room. I've just finished my exercises before so I am only clad in a short and a T-Shirt, no bra either..." Ranma blushed, picturing such a scene. Hey, Nabiki was attractive. His only problem with her was her personality "Then the door slams open. It's you and you don't look too happy with me..."

"You start to shout about photos of your cursed form I sold to the guys at Furinkan. The strange thing is I can't make you drop it with my usual tactics. And when I try to flaunt my body to embarrass you... You throw me on the bed, telling me that since I treat you as a whore, I should get a taste of what it's like... I try to resist at first but you have your way with me, and I like it !"

Ranma whistled and loosened his collar somewhat. Was it getting hot in there or what ?

"... So you flip me on my stomach and spank me for being a bad girl ! It hurts so much I beg you to stop, swearing I'll do anything if you do... You smile viciously and order me to give you a blowjob like the nasty slut I am... I... I do it while you teach me how to do it the right way. And when you come, you force me to swallow it all"

Damn ! Ranma thought She's got imagination, that's for sure ! Nabiki was getting in the swing of things too. Talking out loud about her most secret fantasies made her grow excited at the same time.

"... Do you remember Toma's island ? This time, I'm not stuck with the big idiot dogman but a whole group of ugly guards. They've taken off all my clothes and tied me up on a bed. When the first one is about to rape me, you arrive and beat them all. After, that, the thing is... You start to say mean things to me, on how I deserve to be like this. You tease me with your hands, making me wet with desire. Soon I beg for you to ravage me, to take me like a beast ! But no... You take your sweet time, delighting in torturing me"

Ranma chuckled inanely, his eyes fixated on something safe, the ceiling. Nabiki had gone from the merely kinky right to some disturbing stuff. That was beginning to become more than embarrassing... For him anyway.

"... In this one, you're one of those magical prince types and you kidnapped me to be your wife. But first, there is the bridal training... Chains, whips, toys, bondage... You methodically break me to be your mindless fucktoy, your sexslave..."

"... And I challenge you to a martial arts lovemaking match. Of course, Ranma Saotome never loses" *Wink !* "I must say, my defeat is complete at the end of our bout"

"... Ooooh, master... Please, I'll be good. I need you inside me... Stop teasing me... Fuck me good ! Fuck me hard ! Yeeeeeeesss !"

"... Daddy sells me to you as your personal slave. You make me do degrading things, treat me like an object and use me whenever the fancy strikes you. Of course, I'm a bad slave and must be punished often"

Ranma was fanning himself. Who knew that Nabiki had such a perverted mind ? And that she craved to be 'put in her place' by a strong and unyielding man.

While Nabiki kept babbling about her dreams of submission at his hands, the young martial artist thought about what to do now.

As Nabiki babbled on about being at his 'mercy' in various different ways (the current one was bout being turned into some sort of 'sexbot'), Ranma realized that he could be there for a week and still not hear everything that she'd fantasized about. Apparently the girl had spent quite a long time dreaming up this sort of thing, though she was imaginative. Still, it wasn't like they were going to be alone forever, and he already had pretty clear idea of what she'd been thinking of.

Moving quickly, as he had also known that the tea's effects wouldn't last forever, he tapped her fetish spot and waited for her to star on that.

"You know something though," Nabiki said as the effects began to set in, "All of it has so many little bits that are parts of it. I mean, just seeing them can make me think of naughty little things when I'm in the mood."

"You do?"he said.

"Oh yeah... I mean, I can look at a chain and just think about being tied down..."

"Then there's the mind control... sometimes thinking about you having control of my thoughts... I just shiver..."

"And sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be a pet on a leash, maybe with my own real tail. Or as a robot who only has to serve..."

"But most of the time it's the little things, like you making me wear nothing under my school uniform..."

"Or forcing me to serve you in places where I might get caught..."

"All those positions I would have to be in..."

"And of course, if I were to displease you, you would punish me... spankings... whatever..."

Licking suddenly dry lips, Ranma tried to keep himself under check. He knew that he was close to hyperventilating, but that was natural. Sitting with him he had someone he'd associated with composure and calm in any sort of situation, and had just found out that she was a rather sexual being, something he had little experience with, save for some certain girls. And not only that, but apparently he, who he had thought she had disdained, had been the center of those fantasies.

Which left him at a very odd crossroads. He could act upon this, and give her what she'd been dreaming about, but that could cause him some problems with trying to keep his fiancees from finding out. On the other hand, he could not do anything, which would let him keep it a secret, even from her, but he knew that he'd have trouble keeping quiet later.

Sitting there, he ran through various scenarios

Now that he knew enough about Nabiki's secret fantasies and fetishes, Ranma struck the shiatsu counterpoints to the technique he had used on her, putting an end to her confessions. He certainly didn't want her to repeat all those things for the next three days for everyone to hear!

Nabiki blinked, a little confused, as her mind came down from the haze it had been in. She saw that a good fifteen minutes had passed since Ranma came with his tea but couldn't remember what happened during that time. Thinking about it a little, she shrugged it off That particular broadcast must have been soporific..., she mentally concluded.

Nabiki stood up, stretching a little "TV's yours, Saotome. I'm going in my room" She brushed her body against him, seemingly by accident (Now Ranma knew better), and quickly went up the stairs. She didn't know why but she was feeling 'excited'. A good quickie before dinner should take care of her urges. If Ranma only knew...

Ranma watched her leave and decided to retire to the Tendo house's roof. He had to think about what he'd learned and especially what to do next...

Night was falling on Nerima and Ranma was still on the roof. With all his pondering, he had come to the inevitable conclusion that if he wanted to master the 'Master's Way' (he winced a little at the bad pun), he had to put its lessons to use. Theory is nice and good but it only gets you so far. Practice was the way to go.

Since he had already started with Nabiki, it made sense to continue with her. The middle Tendo daughter obviously had the hots for him so he wouldn't do much she wasn't secretly wishing for.

The biggest factor in his choice was that she wasn't a real fiancee. Sleep with Akane, Shampoo or Ukyo ? He would be before a minister in the hour following their little romp in the sack. Nabiki fancied herself a real 'modern girl' unlike Kasumi, the poster Yamato Nadesico, and Akane who yearned to be recognized as such while being modern too (one of her many contradictions). That meant she was open to the concept of flings and one-night-stands, right ?

Resolve was visible on his face. Ranma had taken the final decision. it would be do or die for him because if he failed... He was sure Nabiki would make his life truly hell.

So Ranma decided to read more of the 'Master's Way' before arranging for Nabiki to live one of her fantasies come true.

Shampoo looked askance at Ranma. "Yes Shampoo know how to order more instant Jusenkyou springs. But she no need any more - still have whole crate of stupid packets. They is sold as 'SuperSaverFamilyEconomyValuePak', and Shampoo only use boy spring packets."

Ranma was sitting at a table in the main room of the Nekohanten, conversing quietly with Shampoo. "Really?" he piped up. "That's great! Can I have some of the packets?"

"Is no boy spring packets left - Shampoo use all up on date with Airen..." Shampoo purred, scooting a little closer.

Ranma scooted a little away in compensation, sweating nervously at the seductive tone in her voice, when she talked about their date. "Err, that's okay, Shampoo. I was actually looking for a girl spring and some animal springs - you got any of those?"

Shampoo shrugged. "Sure. Is full crate with only boy springs missing. Airen can have all - they just taking up useless space here."

Half an hour later, after some rummaging in a big crate and some strenuous work to detach an amorous Amazon ("We is all alone in storage room, Airen..."), Ranma hid in the guest room of the Tendou home. He chuckled as he looked at the bundle of instant Jusenkyou packets in his hands - several girl springs and a whole assortment of animal springs. He thought back to Nabiki's words, when she blabbed her fantasy...

"Hmmm, those fantasies really get me hot. Just the thought of having all control taken away and being completely at your mercy... Hmmmmmmm!" Nabiki shivered with delight. "There's another one like that. It really gets me going, when I'm rubbing myself to sleep. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be your pet."

Nabiki closed her eyes and licked her lips slowly. "I mean, not just your slave girl, but really a pet - an animal girl like in the anime."

Ranma nodded; he knew what she meant. In fact they had talked about that before, when Nabiki noticed that he watched anime shows featuring catgirls without any problems. She had asked him how that was possible. Ranma hadn't seen what the problem was. Cats were horrible, evil monsters with rending teeth and tearing claws that swarmed over you to eat your flesh and gnaw your bones. Anime catgirls were cute girls with funny ears and tails - drawings of such girls, actually. Getting afraid of them made as much sense as running away from everything that has fur and walks on four legs.

"I imagine that I get transformed into some kind of furry animal girl - sometimes a catgirl, sometimes a dog girl, or a bunny, or something else; I like to think up new variations of my fantasies. I also imagined different levels of transformation; sometimes I'm almost completely an animal, and sometimes I just have some animal parts. Anyway, once I am transformed, you come to me, put a collar on my neck and claim me as your pet."

Nabiki closed her eyes and sighed happily. "You treat me just like an animal - make me eat from a bowl, make me use a litter box or take me walkies. And then you take me to school with you - on a leash! When I imagine that scene... You leading me through the school yard by my leash; sometimes I'm even naked and crawling on all fours; everybody is pointing at me and laughing..." She leaned back her head and moaned, while her thighs clench together. "When I masturbate to this fantasy, I always cum at that point."

It had taken some work, but now Ranma was ready. He had prepared two large vats of spring water - one girl, one animal - and mixed up a little of both in a flask. Now he only had to apply that mixture to Nabiki, and then he would use the collar and leash he got from a pet store to make her his pet for a day.

He chuckled to himself, as he crept out of the room, preparing to make Nabiki's embarrassing fantasy a reality.

Sitting on her bed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, Nabiki smiled. It was a day off, and that meant that she was free to do what she wanted. Plus it was morning, so that meant that she had an entire day free for whatever it was that she planned on doing. All she had to do was step out of the room, and bang, she'd be able to go out for a day with plenty of fun.

Which was the problem. Plopping back onto her mattress, she ran through all the difficulties that had arisen. There wasn't anything really solid going on to look foward to. Her friends were all out and had things of their own to do. (Except Ryonami who was being dragged to her great-aunt's despite her own wants.) Akane was over at Yuka's for some big school project. Kasumi was taking the opportunity with the good weather to attend a garden show with some old school friends. Heck, even the old men had taken their usual shogi game to the park!

Which left her home alone, with nothing to do. Oh, she could have done something like going shopping, but doing so by herself wasn't something that she was terribly looking forward to, and one couldn't do it by oneself for hours at a time anyway. Even she couldn't watch that much television, and she didn't need to study for anything in particular.

*Knock-knock!*

Well, she did have to amend the alone part. Ranma was still there, most likely to avoid the problems of what would happen if he had gone out for the day. Though she didn't mind all that much. It would give her the opportunity to catch some nice time for watching him practice. Perhaps if it was warm enough, he might try training outside... and without his shirt. Then she could watch him to her heart's content.

"What is it?" she asked as she opened the door... and got a pail full of water in her face. Wiping the water from her eyes, she glared at him. "What was that?!"

"Instant Jusenkyo water," he told her with a smirk.

"What..?"

"I managed ta get some packets offa Shampoo, and thought I might use them on ya."

"You... you did?"

"Yup."

"Which one did you use?"

"Ta be honest, I didn't use one."

"So you just decided to splash me with water then," she commented as she crossed her arms over her breasts.

"Nah, I used them."

"But you just said..."

"I said that I didn't use 'a' packet. I took two of 'em and mixed 'em together. The dog and girl springs."

"What..?" the middle Tendo daughter said as she reached up to feel the ears that were definitely popping up through her hair.

"And ta complete it..," he began, before reaching over to her neck and tightening something around it. "There ya go."

She felt what he had left there and stared at him. "What is this?"

"Your collar," he told her and pulled something out of his pocket, "This is the leash."

"B... but why?"

"Lotsa reasons. One I thought ya might like it."

Nabiki did, but she wasn't about to tell him that. "Just that?"

The pigtailed boy smirked. "Well, I did want a pet dog when I was a kid."

"You wanted..."

"Yeah."

"But you didn't?"

"Pops said it wouldn't be fair ta drag some mutt along for the ride."

"Then why?"

"Why do ya think?" he asked her dangling the leash in front of her.

Staring at it mesmerized, Nabiki's throat worked as she tried to think about letting him take her as his pet,

As he swung the leash in front of her, all that Nabiki could see was herself at the end of it. It was the symbol of what could be the real life completion of one of her most secret fantasies. On the one hand, it was scary to consider given him control over herself, but in another, it was very attractive indeed. After all, she had dreamed about doing something like this ever since he had come along.

*Click.*

The sound surprised her, and her eyes darted to Ranma, who only smirked and glanced at her neck. Looking down, she could see that the leash was firmly attached to her collar. Apparently, while he had been dangling the part of the leash where the owner held it, he'd slipped the hook onto the ring where it belonged.

"It looks like your my pet now," he told her.

She wanted to disagree with him, but the mixture of instant curses was having an odd effect. As the panda would eat bamboo, her temporary curses were making her think things that seemed only natural. Her newly gained dog instincts told her that she was to follow the instructions of her owner, among other things. That combined with the submissive streak that she had been hiding for so long were causing her to want to do what he said.

Leaning around, he saw something, and he came back to look her in the face. "Seems like ya got a tail."

That had been something that she had already noticed from the pain it had been causing, but other things had been on her mind.

"Well, we gotta help ya out there," he said, and unclasped her shorts, letting them drop down her shapely legs to the floor. They were followed by her panties, leaving her nude from the waist down. Then he grasped the bottom of her shirt, pulling it off of her, so that she was only wearing her bra. That too was taken off, letting her breasts fall out of their cups.

A blush ran from her cheeks to the tops of her cleavage, but she didn't think to cover up. It felt too good to do so, despite the embarrassment that she was feeling. Even that added to the odd tingle of pleasure in her belly.

"Ya don't need clothes if ya are a pet," he told her as he pulled on her leash, "C'mon. We gotta get downstairs."

It didn't occur to her to argue. She just meekly followed him along, to the first floor, and over to the dining area. With her affected thought processes, she had already considered him her Owner and Master, so doing so wasn't such a big deal.

Once they got to the dining area, he made her sit on her haunches and pulled out a stick. "I think that ya know what this is for, he said with a grin. Reaching back a bit, he tossed it into the Tendo yard.

For a moment, she was afraid that she had misunderstood. She looked from him to where the stick was, and back again.

"What are ya waitin' for? Go get it!"

Ducking her head a bit from the words, she got up and ran for the stick, nude through the yard. Her full breasts bounced and swayed with every step, yet she was exhilarated to be doing it. Using her new changed canines, she bent down and picked it up with her mouth, knowing full well that she was giving him a show as she did. Carrying it back, she dropped it into his waiting hand.

"Good girl!" he said as he petted her head, making her eyes flutter in pleasure. Then he tossed the stick back into the yard, and patted her on one cheek of her firm rear. "Go get it!"

This time, she didn't need to be told twice, and the sequence was repeated. After a while, it became rote, but she didn't care. Half an hour had passed, but she enjoyed the way that he was playing with her. For some reason, it just seemed to be fun, as well as erotic.

It was as she was leaning down to pick up the stick that she noticed that the game had changed. He was standing behind her as she was crouched down on all fours. Undoing the tie of his pants with one hand, he slid the other down her bottom to her most sensitive place. Stroking it, his fingers felt along the slick petals, and nearly making her hips buck.

"Ya seem ta like this..."

Not stepping out of what her role was, she barked happily, if needly.

Dropping his pants, he ran the tip of his hardened rod against her opening. "Do you want this?"

"Yeah..."

"Good..," he told her, and thrust himself into her body. Her fingers clutched at the earth as he began to pump into her, sending her breasts swinging below her. Laying against her back, he reached around her to grasps those full mounds, and played with them. Her growls and groans of pleasure filled the yard as he plundered her body for gratification.

Stars appeared before her eyes as she came in an onrush of sensation. She could feel her Owner laying across her back, and his hips pressing against her rear. He pulled off, and out of her, before pulling up his boxers and pants.

"That's a good girl," he told her.

Tiredly, she looked up at him and smiled.

"But now you're all dirty. Guess I gotta give ya a nice cold bath..."

Nabiki felt a renewed shiver of mixed pleasure and humiliation. If she understood what his plans were, he would want to wash his pet like any other dog. And since dogs didn't wash themselves, he'd be doing it for her.

Having been told to 'stay', Nabiki sat on her haunches and waited as Ranma pulled out a large plastic tub. It looked big enough to be a kids wading pool, and likely was, but that was obviously not what he intended to do with it. Her eyes trailed his movements as he filled it with water. Once it was completely full, he brought out some shampoo, body wash and wash clothes, putting all of them within easy reach.

Then came the most important part of what was about to happen. He came over and untied her leash from where he had put it earlier, and lead her to the tub. She looked up at him, and he smirked before lifting her up and putting her in the cold water. The chill felt wonderful against her heated skin, and she didn't notice any real discomfort as she stayed in there.

"Good doggie," he told her and she felt a rush of pleasure run through her. It lasted through his taking a bucket of the water and pouring it over her entire body, making sure to get every part of her wet. Then came a shampooing of her hair as he ran his hands through her hair, making sure to clean each and every strand. But the best was to come as he began to soap up her body, leaving no part of her uncleaned, and managing squeezes on her body that made her want to squirm in pleasure.

She stayed still however, and let the erotic bathing continue unabated. That was part of the whole process, and the mixture of pleasure at getting cleaned while feeling her owner's fingers rubbed along her hard nipples was heady stuff. Having her taut buttocks kneaded wasn't payment for what he was doing to her, but more wondrous pleasure that he was giving her. With him being as through as he was, a part of her was amused by his skill at keeping dry, while the rest of her was enjoying the bliss of the bath.

Even the rinsing off of all the soap did not dampen the heat inside of her, and she nearly leapt from the water when he pulled on her leash.

Which nearly splashed him, and he scowled, spanking one butt cheek. "Bad girl!"

Nabiki ducked her head at the reprimand, and whimpered low in her throat, managing to look deeply apologetic in two ways.

He sighed and picked up one of the more fluffy towels in the house. Putting the soft fabric against her skin, he began to rub her dry, paying extra attentions to certain parts of her. A different sort of whimper was drawn from her throat as she felt the towel rub against her nipples as her breasts bounced under his care. Even drying her back was an experience that was much different than it had ever been. And the most pleasurable part came at the last.

Having dried of her backside, and her shapely legs, there was only one part of her bottom half left untouched. The pigtailed boy covered one hand with the towel and slowly began to press the fabric against her tingling slit. Her breath caught as he dried off all of the bath water, and brought the rough part of the fabric against her petals. As he got to her most sensitive spot, she wanted to leap onto him and kiss him, but that wouldn't get her what she wanted. So she settled for the wonderful feeling of his fingers on her intimate parts and tried not to disturb his ministrations.

They did have to end though, and he put on a production about being disappointed. "I've got ya pretty much all dry, 'xcept there's this one part of ya that's stayin' wet."

Heat rushed to her face at his words, but her embarrassment was nothing compared to the other feelings that were rushing through her at the moment.

"Ah well, guess ya can't win them all. Ya stay here while I clean up."

Having gotten her instructions, she did so, and waited as she watched him put away all the materials that he had used to clean his pet. There was no hurry in his stride, almost as if this was routine and he washed her every day. That was something that made her tingly for some reason and she had to press her legs together as he finished.

She didn't have to wait too long though, and he came back with a pat on her head. "Guess we'll watch some television, 'kay?"

Knowing that she had little choice in the matter, it felt good to have him treat her so well. She barked happily at him, and butted her head against his leg.

Shrugging as if something was puzzling him, he lead her into the house and settled before the television. He set it on a show that he liked, and she hadn't watched much of before. It was his time to watch though, and she settled in, with him petting her as he watched. Slowly she began to lay down, relaxing into the situation, with her bare breasts pressing against the cool wood of the floor. But that wasn't the most comfortable of positions, even if she was laying next to her owner.

What made it special was how he allowed her to lay her head in his lap without a second thought. Shifting slightly to be comfortable, she got into a position and stayed there, enjoying the chance to do what she was. All she expected was for them to just lay there, but he began to stroke her body, running his hand down her breasts, along her belly, and idly running his fingertips around her lower lips. It was definitely erotic, and something that she was enjoying a lot, but it was a slow heat, and she settled down into it, loving the attention that her owner was giving her.

And there they stayed for a long while, simply watching television

As she lay there on with her head on Ranma's lap, Nabiki felt utterly content, and rather warm due more to the way that he was stroking her body. Normally she would have laughed at the idea that he really would touch her like this, but now that he was, she couldn't help but stretch out so that he could reach as much of her as possible. It was something wonderful to her as she felt his fingers on her skin, molding the firmness of her breasts and brushing the space between between her legs. If she could, she would have lay there forever, letting him pat her as much as he liked.

But then the rumbling of his belly jolted her from her rest and she realized just how long they had been there. The fact that he was hungry was not a surprise, and she found that she could feel her own need to eat rising. As the show they had been watching was going through the credits, it would be the perfect time to get something to fill their bellies.

And it seemed that the pigtailed boy was in agreement as he rubbed his belly. "Damn... Guess it's been a while since I ate... Are ya hungry too?"

Allowing herself to raise her head to nod, Nabiki barked an affirmative.

"Well, that's two for eatin'. C'mon... girl."

The two of them got up and padded into the kitchen, Nabiki kneeling by the counters while Ranma put together some meals for the both of them. It was obviously nowhere near what Kasumi could manage but that wasn't the point, and both knew that they wanted the eldest Tendo girl to have a life of her own. Besides, this wasn't supposed to be fancy, and was pretty much something that the two of them could have for a lazy afternoon lunch.

She did have to wonder as he carried the food inside, but wouldn't let her see it, That intrigued her, and she wanted to see what he was hiding, so much so that she went to sit at the table before she realized what was going on. So crouched nearby and waited as he placed his lunch down and began to bring over her food.

"Here ya go, a bowl all for ya," he told her with a smirk as he held out her lunch.

Which it definitely was. Rather than the plate that a person would eat from, he was placing a black dog bowl before her. Stenciled on it in white was her name, and in it was food. Sniffing at it slightly she wondered what to make of it before deciding to eat some. Taking a little bit into her mouth, she found that it tasted good, and realized that he wasn't about to serve her something that might make her sick. Since she didn't know how even her altered system would take dog food, she was happy for his kindness and began to dig in.

"That's a good girl," he told her and patted her buttocks. The touch made her tingle, but she continued to eat, making certain not to use her hands. He sat down and began to eat his own meal, enjoying his food, occasionally peeking at her as she ate her own.

All of which made her fall more into being his pet, as eating as she was, with her breasts swinging beneath her with every movement was something that was reinforcing the mindset. On some level she realized that, but she didn't care. Both her new instincts and her fantasies were telling her that this was what she should be doing. She was living out a dream and that was definitely heady stuff.

But even then she was wondering what he planned on doing with her next and fell a rush of expectation as she thought about it

As she finished up her meal, Nabiki looked up towards Ranma and licked her lips in satisfaction. The meal that she had been given was quite good, and she had eaten every little bite, even dragging her tongue along the bottom of the bowl. Thankfully, he had realized a problem and brought her a bowl of water to go with her food, and she had sipped what she could from it.

But as he looked at her, he shook his head and left the room, only to come back a few moments later with a paper towel. "I guess ya couldn't help it, but ya really got inta the food."

Dutifully she stayed put as he wiped the grime of the meal from her cheeks and chin. Then, once he was satisfied with how clean she was, he nodded and patted her on the head. She smiled back, and moved into the caress, happy that she had made her owner pleased.

However, he seemed thoughtful, and had sat down as he looked at her rather than doing anything else with her. He seemed content to do so, and she wondered what he was thinking about. Her own feelings of pleasure were plain, and she had no qualms about being there at the moment. Since he wasn't going anywhere, she crouched down and waited for him, trying to figure out how to make him happy again.

And one simply came to mind, and she acted on them.

Which gave Ranma a surprise as the naked doggirl suddenly crawled onto his lap and started licking his face. There was definite affection in her actions, and he he found himself loathe to do much about it. When she stopped he, wiped his face with his sleeve and chuckled as he found her nuzzling his shirt. Her hands seemed to go lower though and soon she backed up enough so that she could nuzzle his crotch.

"Uhh... hey. What d'ya think you're doin'?" he asked, pulling on her collar.

Nabiki looked up at him and whimpered, and then rubbed her knuckles over his cloth covered manhood.

"Ya wanna... ya want that?"

Nodding once, she barked definitely.

"You're sure about that?"

As an answer, she pressed her fingers onto his pants.

"Guess, ya are," he said with a shrug. Undoing the tie of his pants, he pulled them down along with his boxers, allowing his half hardened rod to stand free. "Now what?"

Going so far down that her breasts were pillowed against the floor, she stuck out her tongue and licked his balls. That got a gasp from him, and she raised her head enough to start running her tongue all over his manhood. She had little technique, but plenty of enthusiasm, and she went with a definite wish to make him happy. Every effort was put into making him hard, and she even moved so that she could bounce her cleavage against his leg.

Once he was nice and stiff, she slipped her mouth over the tip of it and began to suck on it. Despite his hiss, it was obvious that he enjoyed it, and she continued on, trying to get it into her mouth. When she found the length that she could manage for a start, she began to bob upon the rod, trying to take in more with each downward movement. It worked well enough, and though she was inexperienced, she managed to give him the best that she could.

That ended as he erupted inside of her mouth, and she remembered some half forgotten memory about the moment. Trying to swallow was only partially successful, and she choked a bit on his seed. But she caught as much as she could, and swallowed before licking her lips clean of it. Then she went and did the same to him, making sure to get him spotless.

After she was done, she looked up at him, and smiled as she was pleased that she had pleased him. He was panting as he tried to get his breath back, but he managed a weak grin for her, and that was enough of a thanks. She yipped happily, content that she had served her master well.

Apparently he thought so to, since he decided to give her a reward. Grabbing her hips, he rolled her onto her back so that her hands and feet were in the air, with her legs bent at the knee and her arms at the wrist and elbow. That left her open, and he reached down to slip his fingers into her slit. They played with her folds, and probed her tight wetness as she gasped happily. The other hand reached up and alternated with playing with her breasts, rubbing, fondling and generally giving the firm mounds all the pleasure that he could.

It worked, as was evidenced by her panting, but she stayed still and let him play with her all he wanted. She not only liked it, but saw no problem with the way that his finger tips made her feel. They felt wonderful upon her body, and she gladly let him do what he was doing. Especially as he used the hard nub between her legs to send pleasure shooting through her body.

Her release came with a howl of pleasure and she slumped onto the floor happy and satiated for the moment. Her haze of sensation was only broken slightly by her master laying against her, and using her breasts to pillow his head. But she didn't mind at all, and and cuddled up to him the best that she could. It was wonderful to lay there like that with him, and she wanted to make the most of it. So she stayed right where she was, with her tail brushing along the floor as she wagged it.

"That tickles, ya know," he murmured with a chuckle, as the furry appendage rubbed against his leg, but neither one wanted to stop it.

He merely stroked her softly, and she made sound of pleasure as they lay there

Nabiki lay there comfortably beneath her master, despite the position her tail was in. He'd just given her a wealth of pleasure, and she was enjoying it quite fully. It was something that she was enjoying, and she liked the way that his body was laying against hers. Her body tingled where he lay against it, and while she felt a bit of a charge from his presence, it was more in the vein of a warm ache.

What with the way that he was stroking her body, she was feeling so nice that she wouldn't have minded staying there forever.

But Ranma seemed to disagree and got up to a sitting position. Stretching, he smiled apologetically to her. "Sorry 'bout this, but we can't stay like this."

She made a sound of disappointment in the back of her throat as she looked up at him.

"Hey, much as I like this, I need ta lay down in a real bed for a while."

That made sense to her, but she knew that she didn't have to like it. So it was with a sour look that she rolled back over and knelt there while he cleaned up all the stuff that they had been using. It wasn't quite as perfect as Kasumi would have managed, but no one would ever realize that anything save a simple meal had happened there, and only because of a few moved items.

"Okay... Now that's done, I guess it's time ta take ya to your room," he said as he finished cleaning and took her leash once more. Leading her upstairs, he brought her back to her room and closed her door, looking down at the girl who had been his pet for the last few hours. "We've got a little bit, but I'm not sure what I wanna do, do ya?"

Gazing back at him, she thought about it for a little while, and realized that this precious time was slipping by her. But she didn't want it to end, and so she tried to find something that would extend it even just a bit. Of course, one thing was quite on her mind, and she butted her head against his crotch before turning so that she could rub her behind there.

"Ya wanna have it again?" he asked as he ran his palms over the taut flesh of her buttocks.

Barking over her shoulder, she nodded.

It looked like he was considering it for a while, but in the end, he simply shrugged. Dropping his pants once again, he let himself be bare from the waist down before kneeling behind her. His hands went up her sides and under her to hold her breasts, and fondle them fully. Both firm mounds got his full attention, and he even stuck his head under her to suckle on one rapidly hardening nipple. Not that he was going to leave the rest of her untouched, as her back was stroked, her backside squeezed, and her legs touched.

His skill at learning physical activities had served him well, and by the time he finally reached her folds, she was already growing quite wet. Just a simple jab in between them nearly sent her forwards with a shot of pleasure running up her body. He had learned how to manipulate that part of her quite well, and she got to enjoy the fruits of those lessons well.

But the most special thing to her was when he gave her a full on mouth kiss, which came with a tenderness that brought happy tears to her eyes.

"Ya ready?" he asked as he leaned over her.

The smile that she gave him was all the answer that was needed.

Slipping his hard manhood into her, he shuddered as her warm folds enveloped him once more, and she pushed back so that he could go in as far as possible. Taking hold of her sides, he began to pump into her, starting a motion that her breasts bouncing beneath her, but her main source of attention was on the way that he was plumbing her depths so wonderfully. Each thrust got a yip of pleasure from her, and a push back to meet him.

The feeling of him releasing into her as he groaned was enough for her to yell out her own pleasure and she drooped where she was, letting her sweat slicked body be used by him to keep his own balance. They were breathing hard, and were obviously tired by the exercise, but were definitely well pleased by it.

"Good girl," he murmured, and scratched her behind the ear.

A small sigh of contentment echoed from her chest as she closed her eyes and leaned into the caress. Right at that moment, she felt wonderful despite her aches, and was lost in a haze of pleasure she didn't want to end. Things were wonderful for her and she liked the feel of him against, and within, her.

But all things had to end, and hers began as she felt him withdraw from her. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him pull up his pants as he stood up again. By the expression on his face, it was clear that he didn't want it to end, but he did move towards the door with a yawn.

"Now the only think I can think of is ta just get ya some hot water," he commented reluctantly.

Knowing that would have to come at some time, but not wanting it to so soon, she looked at the clock and realized they had some time yet. She moved over quickly to block his movement, and made it so that he had to back away.

"What d'ya want now?"

For an answer, she leapt up so that he wound up sitting on her bed.

"What? I've gotta get some rest, and I'm pretty sure that ya don't want me ta do it here."

To show her disagreement, she used her hands to push him down, and made sure that his head landed on the pillow.

"Okay... I guess ya do. But just what are ya gonna do.

She bounced off the bed, and curled up on the rug next to it, making certain to rest her head on a small floor pillow that was there. From there, she looked up at him and smiled, looking like a pleased pet at the moment.

With a sigh, he shrugged and laid down on the bed, kicking off his slippers as he did so. Sliding under the covers, he got into a comfortable position, before turning to look at the owner of the room.

Just in time to catch her eyes drifting shut and her breathing becoming deep and even.

That drew a quiet snort of amusement from him, and he snuggled into the bedding as he closed his eyes.

And soon he joined her in the land of slumber

For Ranma, the oddest thing about waking up wasn't in doing it, but that he was so comfortable in doing so. Usually he woke up, he was either on a futon or recovering from the latest bashing that he'd gotten. But this time he felt warm and soft, with a quiet that he didn't recognize.

It took him a few moments to remember where he was, and when he opened his eyes, what he saw confirmed it.

Rather than being in the room that he shared with his father, or the many places that he might be when bashed into unconsciousness, he was laying in Nabiki's bed of all places. Looking out the window, he could see the first signs of sunset coming, and realized how late it had gotten.

That told him that he had to move quickly because the others would be returning home, and finding him in this room would not be good if the others found out. If they did he'd be in big trouble, and then he'd wind up with a lot of explaining to do in the few moments it would take to wind up the first punch. Then he'd be in for it, and the level of pain would be something that he'd never experienced before.

So he pulled himself out from under the covers and stretched before spotting the figure on the floor. He smiled slightly as he saw the eminently happy look the normally controlled Nabiki had on her face. She lay there on her side, completely nude, and seemed completely comfortable there. One hand was tucked under a breast while the other arm was loosely stretched before her. Both her legs were stretched out and slightly spread in her repose.

As he looked over the sleek body laying there before him, he tried to comprehend what the both of them had done. He had taken his hands and caressed the full breasts, kneading and playing with them. His fingers had gripped into the firm flesh of her buttocks, and he had touched her in places he had trouble touching his girl side.

And she had no problems with it. She had been so... so... compliant, that she had done everything that he wanted. Heck, she had even instigated things as what she was doing, and had seemed perfectly prepared to keep on going. He couldn't understand why she did, but he could feel the urge to play with her some more, to pet her, to stroke her, to pull down his pants and wake her with...

'Down boy!' he thought harshly to himself. All he'd wanted was to see if what he'd been trying for would work, and to make her fantasy come true. It was one thing to do that, and quite another to expect her to continue to be willing to... service him, especially with real life waiting for the both of them. He didn't know what she would do with this, but he did know that he couldn't assume that she'd want to continue.

So, while the mixture of caring and control was alluring, he knew that he had to make it so that things wouldn't get them into trouble. A bit of hot water, and a cleaning up would do that, and he planned to see what he could do from there.

Kneeling before the supple form, he carefully pulled off the collar and leash, before stepping over the sleeping girl and leaving the room.

When Nabiki awakened, she shifted in her bed as reason returned to her. Her mind was slow to turn to its normal processes, and all she wanted to do was to curl up and sleep some more. But then she realized that she wouldn't get to play with her owner...

That thought sent her eyes shooting open, and she looked around in a small bit of panic. It wasn't the thought of being owned that was the problem, but the idea that she was in a bed when she felt that he should be there. As he wasn't, that meant that something had happened, but she couldn't figure out what that could be. One moment she had merely been laying happily on the floor as Ranma slept in the bed, and the next she found herself laying in the bed, alone in the room.

Images of herself acting as Ranma's pet filled her mind, and she was certain that they were real, but it was like it didn't happen. A quick check showed that her ears were back where they were normally, there was no collar on her neck, and that her the smooth surface of her buttocks went to her back with out interruption. She was human, alone, and it seemed like she had simply been having a very intense erotic dream.

But then she realized the small things that told her that it hadn't been merely something that came to her in her sleep. Like the fact that she could feel where the collar had pressed into her neck. Or how there was a pleasant ache between her legs that she had never felt before. Then there was the odd taste in her mouth. And last was the most important one of all.

She had never slept nude before. There had been close situations, but she'd always slumbered in some sort of nightwear.

Which meant that she hadn't dreamed it all, and Ranma had taken her for his pet for several wonderful hours. He had let her live a fantasy that she had been having for several years, and centered on him when he came. And he had done so not with the cruelty that another boy might have had in his situation. She had been at his mercy, and he had made it almost... magical, if she wanted to be a bit poetic.

Only it seemed that he had made it so that it seemed that nothing had happened. She could understand if he had wanted to keep the others from knowing, but if he had wanted her to think that it was just a dream, then he was sorely mistaken. Her only problem was that she had to figure out what to do about all this. There was a lot of proverbial rope that he had given her, but she wasn't sure about who she wanted to tie up with it.

However, she wasn't one for rash decisions, and knew that she need to assimilate the new knowledge and feelings that were running through her mind, heart and other places.

Taking a deep breath, she tossed off the covers, stood up and started to go to clean up

As she sat on the washing stool, Nabiki ran a washcloth over her body only by mere habit. It was something that she had done hundreds of times in her life, and had no need to think about. So she could do it without trying, and she tended to do so to give herself time to ponder her problems, save when she felt the need to be really clean or had the urge to focus on her bathing.

Which allowed her to remember what she had gone through while her hands ran on automatic.

Her mind went through the memories of being Ranma's 'pet'. It had been something that she had fantasized about before, but the reality of it had been so much better. She had been able to shed her worries and let him take charge of her, which he had done admirably. There was no clue as to whether he had been nervous or hesitant about it at all, and she shivered as she remembered how in control he had been.

It was weird to think of 'Ranma' and 'control' in the same sentence though, and she found herself giggling at the idea of him becoming some sort of commanding presence. He was good at being confident though, and she she wondered about how she could feel so possessive towards him while enjoying what she had been.

But other parts of her mind were concerned about what could be going on, and what sort of ramifications this could have for her. There were things, like how he knew one of her deepest fantasies, that just screamed at her for answers. He simply could not have just guessed it, and she wouldn't have simply told him. It was weird how he had zeroed in on it, and managed to make so special for her.

Then again, there was one part of her mind that was doing backflips in excitement over how he had put himself at her mercy. Now she could make him jump through any hoop, and run any scam, and he wouldn't be able to say a thing. If he did, she'd be able to bring him to heel very quickly.

But there was one voice that had her stop washing and curl in on herself. It was a voice that spoke only rarely, and only when it was important, so it had a lot of power behind it. 'Why would he chose you when he could have any girl he chose,' it asked, 'Why would he pick you, the ice queen, when he has four girls, including your oh so popular sister, after him?' That voice had kept her from ever thinking of a relationship, and she had to admit it made sense, especially since she had never wanted to be tied down before.

She was all mixed up and uncertain, and knew that what she decided to do would affect her future. Part of her wanted to go back to being his pet, while another wanted to make use of this opportunity to reel in the cash, and another knew that she could tell her father about this. There were all these possible choices, and she didn't have an answer.

For the first time in her life, Nabiki Tendo didn't know what to do.

But before she could think much more, a hand came on her shoulder and she looked up to see Akane's concerned expression. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I am," the older girl replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Because I was calling you and there was no answer. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Positive. I was just thinking about some stuff."

"Okay..."

"Good," Nabiki told her. "Now, I have to rinse off, and move so you can bathe, okay?"

The younger Tendo frowned, but let her sister fill up the rinse bucket. Then she watched the older girl pour water over herself, then get up and into the furo. When the washing stool was clear, she looked over at her sister, but only began to wash herself.

Which Nabiki was grateful for. She didn't think that her ability to hold a conversation was at its best at the moment. Even just talking was a bit nerve-wracking, what with the way that her mind would wander. But as she sat there, letting the heat sink into her bones, she knew that there was one thing that she had to do once she got enough control back.

She had to talk to Ranma Saotome and see what he had to say before she made a decision.

Having come to some sort of conclusion eased her frustration, and she tried to relax

As the household sat together for breakfast, things were pretty average, all things considering. The sun was shinning, the birds were singing...

"I don't know why you have to oversleep every morning!"

... the engaged 'couple' in residence were fighting once more.

"Aww... c'mon Akane," Ranma protested, "It ain't like I try ta sleep in. 'Sides, I ain't always oversleepin'."

"Yeah right! Then why are we always late for school?!" the youngest Tendo barked.

"'Cause we get attacked on our way ta class?"

"That's your fault too!"

"Oh, and it's just my fault that Kuno keeps on tryin' ta date ya?" the pigtailed boy asked as he blocked his father's chopsticks.

"Ahh... well... You could get up earlier!"

"Why should I? What was so important that I had ta get up?"

"I got up and made you breakfast!" Akane complained, "And because you took so long, it was ruined!"

"I figure it was ruined as soon as ya made it..."

"What was that?!"

"Nothin'!"

"It better be..."

"Doesn't this bring back memories Saotome," Soun asked as he got misty eyed.

Genma smiled and got a far away look in his gaze. "I remember when my wife and I would talk like that."

"They're sounding more and more like a couple every day."

"Soon we'll be able to hold their wedding..."

"SAYS WHO?!" yelled the engaged pair.

Nabiki shook her head and chuckled. "Children, children... Can we eat without destroying the table, hmm?"

"Talk to him," her sister replied, "He's the one always breaking stuff."

"Who me?" her fiancé asked incredulously, "What about you?"

"Why would I break anything?!"

"Anyway," the middle Tendo daughter broke in, "I want you to come to my room after school Saotome."

"Ya do?" the pigtailed boy asked.

"Most definitely."

"Why does he have to go to your room," the younger girl asked.

"Because he... owes me," her sister replied with a purr to her voice and Ranma gulped.

Akane saw this and frowned, but figured it par for the course. "Idiot. Can't you ever keep it in your pocket?"

"I had ta take it out," Ranma answered in a mutter.

"Sometimes... I wonder how you can spend money like this."

"You know him. No money sense whatsoever," Nabiki drawled. "Well, bye all."

"Where are you going?"

"To class, where else? I for one don't want to be late."

"'Late'?" Akane parroted and looked at her watch. "AHHH! We've got to hurry!"

Rolling her eyes, Nabiki stepped to the door with a bit of a smile

Taking a deep breath didn't help Ranma's nervousness as he stood at Nabiki door. He could still feel his heart pounding against his chest, his breath sitting heavy in his lungs and his stomach dropping into some sort of empty chasm. Wiping his hands on his shirt, he gulped as he considered what could be waiting for him on the other side.

But he knew that running away couldn't be done this time, so he knocked softly and hoped that he wasn't about to stick his head into a lion's maw.

"Come in," called out the middle Tendo's voice, and he opened the door slowly, creeping in almost hesitantly.

Sitting on the bed was Nabiki still dressed in her school uniform, with one leg crossed over the other.

"Ya wanted ta talk ta me?" he asked weakly.

"I did," she told him, and wave him in. "Come inside and lock the door behind you."

He did as she asked, and turned back to look at her. "Okay... now what?"

"Sit down," she replied, and gestured to her desk chair.

Shuffling over to the seat, he slowly managed to get himself to sit on it, and gave her a tremulous smile.

"Good. Now, it's time to get to the meat of why I wanted to talk to you."

"'Kay..."

"Ranma.. Why did you do it?"

"Do what?" he said with patently false innocence.

"You know what. We both do. I just want to know why."

"Uhh... I dunno what you're talkin' about..."

"You don't? Maybe Akane would..."

"GAH! Don't tell her!"

The middle Tendo smirked at him. "Then tell me why you did it. Why did you splash me like that? Why did you do those... things?"

Deep into panic mode, he waved placatingly at her. "I didn't mean ta do it!"

"You didn't?"

"Nah! It just sorta happened!"

"What? I was an accident? You just happened to fulfil something I've dreamt about for years?"

"Well... no."

"Tell me the truth. Just how did you know?"

"I..," he said in a small voice, "I sorta... overheard ya sayin' 'bout it, and how ya liked me..."

"You did?!" she blurted.

"Uh-huh. And since ya did, I figured that it'd be nice ta make sure that ya got ta live one of them out."

"But why that one?"

Ranma stared at his hands as he fiddled with them. "I dunno... It just seemed kinda... out there, and ya really liked the idea. 'Sides... I've kinda always wanted a pet."

"You have?"

"Yeah, but Pops always told me no. He said it wasn't manly ta be 'babyin' some furry animal', and I never got one. But I wanted one, especially a dog."

"Why a dog?"

"'Cause they're cool. A lot of 'em are big and real tough. And 'cause if I had one, it could chase away all those c...ca... ya know."

"So you just gave up?" she asked archly.

"Sorta. I mean, he got a cook book once..."

"Err... I see... But that means that you just would have taken any girl then? That what we did together didn't mean a thing?"

Glancing down wasn't so good for Ranma, as he could see a smooth length of slim leg beneath the hem of her skirt. But as he looked her over, and saw the small waist, the firm breasts, and the pretty face, he blushed and took to examining the ceiling. "Nah. I did it 'cause it was your thing. It was real nice, but I wasn't 'bout ta make ya do more than it took ta make ya like it. I figured that it was nice ta have a pet, even if it was a girl. That was damn strange, but it was also kinda... neat."

"'Neat'?"

"Yup. I've always seen other kids where I've been stayin' and on tv have fun with pets, so doin' that sorta thing with ya was nice. And now I can see why all the guys thought that being... together with a girl was so great."

"Hold on," Nabiki asked, "You've never been... intimate with a girl before? With all of them coming after you?"

His answer was a silent nod of his head.

"I was your... I should have expected that... But you liked being with me?"

"Yeah. It was fun playin', sittin' and eatin' with ya. And really good when we... ya know," he replied with a deeply embarrased look on his face, "And... it was good ta be the one in charge for once."

"It was, was it?"

"Ya know how my life is. But now that ya are back ta normal... It'll be things as usual right? Ya won't tell anyone... Are ya?"

"Hmmm... but you still want a pet, don't you?"

"I do, but what's that gotta do with anythin'?"

Nabiki smiled at him, and said, "I'll be your pet."

"Huh?" Ranma went dully as he stared at the girl sitting across from him.

She smirked slightly, and slid off the bed to kneel before him. That allowed her to reach over and pull his pants and boxers down, freeing his manhood. It was semi-hard from memories, and she took the organ in both hands.

"Wha... Wha... d'ya think you're doin'?!"

"Being a good pet," she told him simply, and began to stroke him so that his rod began to stiffen. Then she stuck her tongue out and started to lick the entire length of it, drawing groans from him despite his current panic.

"N... Na... Nabiki!"

Drawing her tongue from base to tip of his manhood, she thrilled in the shivers that ran through his body. It told her that she was pleasuring him, and that was something that she found that she really wanted. Making him happy made her happy, though there was an element to it that she couldn't identify.

But he was still nervous, and he pulled her head away from his groin. "What are ya doin'?"

"Serving my owner," she replied with a lick of her lips.

"'Owner'?"

"You don't get it, do you? I want to be your pet Saotome. I enjoyed what we did together, and even after you turned me back, I still want it. Hell, I had the most exhausting and pleasurable session with my fingers that I've ever had, and that was just to get to sleep."

"You're... not mad?"

"Quite the opposite," the middle Tendo girl answered as she stood up. She made sure that he kept his eyes on her as she disrobed and dropped the clothing to the floor so that she could stand nude before him. Cupping her breasts, she squeezed them, pressing her cleavage together. Then she turned to crawl onto the bed, wiggling her backside at him. "Come on... I'm your pet now. What are you going to do with me? Whenever you want, however you want, I'll be there for you to play with, pet, or screw. You can do anything, and I'll be your loyal pet. Mix girl water with dog, cat, rabbit, fox... whatever. I'm yours..."

"Ya wanna be my fiancee again?"

"I want to be your pet. I've been dreaming about this for so long, and only you can make it true..."

Stumbling to his feet, he shuffled to the bed and stared at the girl crouched on it. "Ya wanna be my... pet?"

As an answer, she stuck her bottom so that it rubbed against his manhood and barked at him just as she had when she was a dog girl.

With his heart pounding for a different reason than it had before, he crouched over her, and slid his stiff rod so that it ran down the space between her buttocks before sitting at the entrance to her petals. Stroking them with one hand, he came up with definite proof that she was ready for and wanted him. So, breathing heavily, he sank into her.

Groaning with pleasure, she pushed back at him, making sure that he knew that she was far from angry. In fact it was almost as nice as she remembered it, and grew even better as he began to thrust into her. She could feel her whole body move with the force of his movements, and lost herself in the pleasure of him pumping deep into her. "That's it! Screw me hard! Pump into your pet!"

Half lost himself, he managed to have a slight remembrance and smacked one buttock as he moved into and out of her. "I'm in charge, ain't I?"

"Oh yes..," she groaned partially in pleasure, and partially in apology. "I'll be a good girl..."

"Ya will?" he panted.

"Yes... I wiiilll!" she replied as he took hold of her slim waist and began to pull her onto and off of him. Combined with his thrusting, and her meeting his pushes, it set off a whole set of riotous feelings that surged through her body. It almost felt like she was a rag doll, but the tense needs that were running through her kept her going, and she was definitely thankful for them.

When she finally came, she had to bury her face into a pillow so that she wouldn't scream at the top of her lungs. But even the muffled sound filled the room, and she tightened around him as he emptied himself into her.

They both dropped onto the bed, still joined and panting hard.

As they lay there on their sides, with him deep inside of her, he put an arm around her and cupped a full breast, much to her pleasure.

"Ya really enjoyed that, didn't ya?" he asked.

"Uh-huh..," she sighed happily.

"And ya wanna be my pet, right?"

"Yes. Even if I'm a normal girl to everyone else, I'll still be your pet."

"Then I guess that I gotta do one thing."

"What's that?"

"Figurin' out ways ta play with my pet," he told her.

Giddly, she pressed her back into him and let his hands stroke over her entire body

Watching television was something that Ranma did on a regular basis. It was after all a simple thing to do, and no one was about to attack him for doing it. He could just sit back and relax, seeing the images pass by on the screen and seeing whatever shows that were on at the time.

This time was different for him however, as he had company again sitting with him.

Normally it wouldn't be odd to anyone if he were amongst several people in front of the television. Others liked to see what was on, and he didn't mind sharing. Sometimes he even enjoyed the company.

Which was why to anyone else, it wasn't odd to see that Nabiki was there with him. They were sitting on opposite sides of the room, and they seemed to be acting like this was any other time that they watched television together.

But Ranma knew differently. Before he had merely frozen or panicked when he saw the middle Tendo girl in her shorts and short sleeved t-shirt. Now, he was staring as she stretched her long smooth legs out, and spread them in an apparent attempt to work the kinks out. Arching her back took the aches out of her spine, but had the effect of pushing her full breasts out so that the fabric of her blouse stretched over them. A lick of the lips might have been simply wetting them, but that also reminded of how the lines of them could round.

As far as he was concerned, she was doing it to him on purpose, and trying to see how hot under the collar she could make him.

Which was actually the truth, and Nabiki knew that she was doing it to her owner. She felt a thrill of thinking of him that way, and felt wondrously naughty as she tested her limits. Just as she had when she had put on only the shirt and shorts earlier, she enjoyed how much her body could excite him. This had become an actualization of her

fantasies, and she couldn't help but enjoy it to the fullest.

Ready to do something, but unsure what, Ranma was thankful for Kasumi sticking her head into the room.

"Ranma? Nabiki? It's almost time for dinner," the eldest Tendo girl commented.

"Thanks sis," her sister replied, "I hope it's as tasty as ever."

"You're welcome. I do my best."

"It shows. And I can't wait to get some in me."

Throwing an annoyed and heated gaze at his pet before looking at Kasumi, the pigtailed boy nodded. "I'll be ready."

"Good. Remember, it'll be ready in about fifteen minutes. Would you mind letting everyone else know?"

"Sure thing."

Watching as he left, a sly smile lit Nabiki's face. She was certain that he had noticed everything that she had been doing and had used all his control not to act. That meant that he was likely frustrated in more than one way, and going to have to do something about it, especially when they would be alone again.

She just hoped he would discipline her well.

Getting up, she went to go wash up

It was a quiet evening after dinner, and the Tendo home was actually managing to be pretty peaceful. Genma and Soun were playing an evening game of shogi. Kasumi was doing the last straightening up before bed and Akane had gone up to her room to do her homework.

All in all, a nice time, and Nabiki was happy with it. She was finally getting to live out one of her longest fantasies, and that was something that even she couldn't help but get excited about. Being a pet to a boy a year younger than her wasn't something that she had ever thought would ever come true, but here it was, and she was already running through the possibilities for what they would be doing together.

Still, she wanted all the time that she could get with him, and luckily for her, he was all alone in the dojo. So, seemingly nonchalantly, she made her way over, and opened the door.

There he was, practicing his art, and looking magnificent doing it. No matter the situation, she was always sure that he was a phenomenon in the fighting arts, though seeing that fit and toned body go through a series of kicks and leaps made other parts of her come to attention as well. Entering quietly, she closed the door behind her and smiled at him before creeping over to him.

"Ranma?" she called lightly, and frowned lightly when she got no response. "Ranma? Uhh... Master? Owner?"

He merely continued on as if he hadn't heard her.

"Come on! Are you too busy to talk, or are you just ignoring me?"

Still he said nothing.

Confused, she went over to him, and put a hand on his shoulder. "What's going on? Why won't you talk to me?"

"Why don't ya just go away?" he said, and shrugged her hand off.

"What..?"

"I actually thought that ya wanted me ta help ya live out your fantasy. Instead it's become a new sort of teasin'."

"But I do..."

"Coulda fooled me while we were watchin' tv. Or did ya really want ta let everybody know what we're doin'. Or what ya said ya wanted."

Fear gripped her heart as she realized what was going on. He was pulling away from her, and what she had done had actually pushed him too far. "I didn't mean to offend you..."

"Ya didn't. Ya just made me feel like an idiot... again," he sighed, and started walking away.

Desperation made her leap to hug him so that her chest was crushed against his back. "I'm sorry! I've been a bad pet! You... you could punish me if you want..."

He was still moving before her last sentence made him stop. "What?"

"I... I was only trying to see if you would discipline me... You know, like taking a newspaper to a dog..."

"Ya wanted that..?"

"Yes... If you wanted to... Though you're making me feel terrible now..."

"But how would I punish ya anyway?"

"Any way you want..."

"What am I supposed ta do? Spank ya?"

As a response, she let go of him so that she could step where he could see before undoing the clasp of her shorts and pulling them down to fall around her ankles.

Gulping, he looked like he was going to protest, but he sat down heavily and gazed up at her. "Lay down."

With a hesitant nod, she did as she was bade, laying so that her rear was situated right in the middle of his lap.

For a moment, he looked at the firm globes of her buttocks as they lay there bare of any covering. He was being allowed to do as he wished, and though he didn't understand this power, he knew that he could exercise it. So he raised one hand and slapped the rounded flesh so that it jiggled with the strike. Then he did the same to its mate, and soon he was laying a series of blows on her bottom that were quick and loud.

Biting her lip, she bore her punishment as best she could. It wasn't easy as she discovered that someone who could throw a hundred punches without breathing hard could lay a lot of pain on her backside. But she discovered something else as well. She found out that living it was different than the reality, though this was... more real, and more... focused to her. The pain just showed her the control that he had over her, and for some reason, that made heat pool in places that had to do with something much other than pain.

Once the creamy skin was a uniform red, he pulled back and looked at his handiwork. It was something of a shock to realize that he had done it, and that she wasn't screaming from something that had to hurt a lot. "Ya okay?"

Nabiki nodded, looking subdued as she glanced at her owner over her shoulder.

"Ya aren't mad or anythin'?"

She nodded once more.

"Ya wanna go back like we ain't done anythin' like this? Before ya know."

Her head shake was vigorous, and she whimpered.

"I guess not. Then... you'll be a good girl?"

"I'll be a very good girl."

"That's... good ta hear..," he murmured, and stroked his palm over her reddened rear. Surprisingly, despite her slight hiss of pain, she pushed back at it, and seemed to want him to touch the smooth skin.

"Well, I guess that we'll have ta work on it then... But since it's late and I don't want anyone walkin' in on us, why don't ya get your shorts back on."

Moving quickly, she did as he said, and pulled on the garment she had discarded earlier, only stopping with a wince once. After she had done so, she looked as if nothing had happened, and stood waiting his next instruction.

"Ya go back in first, so that nobody'll think anythin's up."

"Okay Master..," she replied, and walked out quickly, only lengthening her stride when she got outside.

Leaving him wondering what was going on, and just how all this would turn out. Having a girl under his control was weird, but... cool in a way, though he had little idea of what to do about it. So, he figured that he'd do what he always had.

He'd just wing it until he knew how to deal with this whole 'Master/pet' thing.

But right then, he needed a bath, so he got up and went to head for the furo

Having managed to avoid being seen, Nabiki had gone inside as quickly as she could. She made sure to keep from looking too hasty, and headed up to her room before someone could start talking to her. It wasn't that hard, as everyone else had already to finish up what they were doing for the night, and she didn't have to explain why she would be heading into her room.

But she still had to stop herself from nearly slamming the door when she got inside, not out of anger, but out of the desperate need to get it closed.

Once the door was locked, she leaned her back against the cool wood and let out the sigh of tension that she had been holding in. Both fear and excitement had combined to make her pumped up, and she realized that she needed to be alone to deal with what had happened.

And a part of her recognized that she had run like a whipped pet, afraid of her master's anger.

Which she also discovered was closer to the truth than one who didn't know the facts would see.

The pain on her buttocks was still there, and she found that she had to pull off her shorts to stop them from rubbing against the tender flesh. Dropping them to the floor, she let out a relieved breath as the ache receded somewhat. For a moment, she just stayed there and enjoyed that simple act, but then as she noticed that she was standing there in only a blouse, she decided to go all the way, and she shucked it as well.

There was little chance of anybody coming in unexpectedly anyway, save one, and she didn't mind if he came.

Yet, her mind was full of confusion and shock as she was learning things that she hadn't fully understood before, or even knew existed.

One of the main things on her mind was the fact that she for the life of her could not understand why a spanking would create feelings not only in her backside, but in her breasts and belly, as well as between her legs. Heat had pooled in those places, and she was discovering that getting punished wasn't all terrible, though it mainly hurt. But the pain wasn't all physical, and she had to wonder what was happening to her.

As she walked into the center of the room, she also realized that while she was proud of her body, and didn't mind showing it off, she was being more free with it than she had ever been. She had not even blinked at the idea of showing her new master her nude form, and even now she wasn't trying to cover up, though this time it was in the privacy of her own room. Luckily for her, he hadn't blinked, and for whatever reason, had learned to go with the flow.

That was what was foremost on her mind though. She now knew that she hadn't thought what being his pet would totally entail, nor had she taken it as seriously as she had thought. Up until that moment in the dojo, she had considered it like a living dream, or acting out a fantasy. And as in such cases, she had not really thought of it as other than something that they would just do. But he had somehow known, and was totally serious about it. He was willing to have her as his pet so long as she was his pet.

Some might have balked at that, but she was now aware that she was living it, and that fact actually made her... happy. However, that also meant that things were not as clear as she had thought they would be, as her fantasies were about to meld with reality. Gone for the most part was the airy feeling, and in its place was an intensity that pounded in the core of her chest. While in some really out there possibility, she might go full out, and be nothing more than his pet, even in public, right now... it was time to make their relationship happen.

And she found that she liked it.

Plopping down on her bed, she tried to relax, but found her hand inching to the space between her legs. She forced herself to stop, and wondered what Ranma would think if she had done it without his say so. And then she realized what she was thinking, and giggled a bit at the ideas that were popping out into her mind.

All she knew was that this would be a confusing time, full of experiments, learning, and figuring out how things would go, but she wasn't going to stop it.

Even though she was having trouble relaxing

Nabiki was a smart girl that found schoolwork to be easier than many of her contemporaries did. It didn't mean that she breezed through it, but she was intelligent enough to be able to understand the more complex things with less effort. But she still tended to keep her attention mostly on the lessons simply to be able to get them as best she could, even if the dry lectures tended to be boring.

However, in what was a glorious morning, she found her mind drifting from the work at hand. What was being taught at the moment wasn't out that complicated, so she only had to listen with half an ear. That gave her the time to think of other things, and she usually used moments like that to consider her latest scam, or think of what she wanted to do that afternoon. Yet this time, her mind was drifting in a haze, and she had little will to stop it.

Part of it was from the fact that she hadn't slept quietly the previous night. After her encounter with Ranma in the dojo, and her thoughts when she'd gotten to her room, she had taken a while to get to sleep. And when she did, she found herself dreaming of all sorts of kinky things that always included her and her owner. That had been some intense stuff, and she woke up her breathing had been heavy, and her heart was racing. She'd gotten calmer by the time she gotten to school, but she'd still had to make excuses to one of her friends when her distraction had been evident.

Remembering that reminded her of what she had been thinking of then. At the breakfast table, she had found herself idly pondering the idea of herself sitting behind her owner, being a 'proper pet' as she ate apart from everyone else. Only the fact that her father and his had caused Akane to bark insults again had resulted in her being able to calm herself in time.

Sighing heavily to herself, she thought, 'I'm really going through this, but where is it going? Do I really want this?'

Then almost in answer, she felt something throb deep within her, and she realized that this, while frightening, was something that she really wanted.

Looking out the window, she managed to see the front gates, and let her imagination go freely. She saw herself standing there, not as a schoolgirl wearing her uniform, but as a pet leashed and waiting for her master to get her after school. Or merely coming there everyday at dismissal like she'd heard other pets had. Then they could go to the park to play or walk, and then they could go into private for play. Her mind supplied images of her being trained, groomed, and taken care of.

Sometimes she was a girl, sometimes only partly human, and at others she was fully an animal. But in every fantasy she could see herself being with him, and it gave her tingles that were somehow not all from sexual cravings.

The only problem was that it was all mixed up, and she didn't know how their relationship would become in the long haul...

"Miss Tendo?" a voice came, interrupting her thoughts.

"Huh?" she replied dully, her wits taking some time moving her from imagining herself on a leash to dealing with what was in front of her, which happened to be the teacher.

"I asked you for an answer to the question on page 56."

"Oh. Sorry. I didn't hear you."

"Apparently so. You mind explaining why?"

"I... didn't sleep well last night."

"Then I suggest that you get deal with that later. Right now, pay attention to the lesson," the teacher told her as a few of her classmates giggled.

"Of course," she answered, and watched the instructor go back to the lesson. It was easy to get back into the lesson, but she still had a part of her mind that wanted to wander. Her gaze swept over the girls around her, and she wondered just how many had secrets like hers. For some reason, she found herself feeling somewhat apart from them, and almost like she shouldn't be there. She wondered what they would do if she came openly as a pet, and momentarily imagined it before pushing her mind from the idea.

Still, she knew that there was always a chance that her master would eventually marry, and someday, one of the girls interested in him would find out what, and who, he had for a pet.

It was an odd thought, and she wasn't sure how it would go, so she turned as much attention to the lesson as she could

For Ranma, class was not something to be enjoyed. He knew that there were kids who liked to attend lessons, but he was also quite safe in the knowledge that he wasn't one of them. In his experience, school was a place where things happened that he might not like, and even if most of them hadn't happened, he had been in and out of schools so many times that he had never grown attached to the idea of education. And going to school usually meant that he had to deal with wannabe swordsman, lecherous friends and a headmaster who was almost as in love with his wacky rules as he was in Hawaii.

But he tolerated it, as he did understand some of the need for schooling. It was just that it was mostly dull for him, punctuated with the occasional crazy bit that was his life. That meant that he could normally be found relaxing in class, being as he would be nearly bored out of his mind.

However, this day had him on edge. Just sitting was a tense thing for him, as he felt like there were accusing gazes upon him, especially from his two fiancees. Akane and Ukyo couldn't have known what he had done, but he felt like their gazes were pinning him there, and that once class was over, they'd confront him. Then he'd be in for a really big bashing, and he didn't know what would happen after that.

Then glancing at Akane, he caught her eye before jerking his gaze back to the blackboard. A part of him went still in fear, and he could feel some sweat start to appear on his brow. Taking a few deep breaths allowed him to calm down, but looking back gave him the opportunity to see his Tendo fiancee stretching to get the kinks from writing out. There was a moment then that she wasn't a tomboy, but happened to be a desirable girl.

Right then he choked silently as he realized what he was thinking, and the low mutters of concentration coming from Ukyo reminded him that there were two girls sitting nearby whom he was supposed to marry. He knew that doing so would mean he would have to bed the one he chose, and he wondered what fantasies they might have. Listening to his friends had informed him that boys could be out there, but he now knew that girls could be just as... out there.

Yet, he couldn't feel bad about all that he had done. Bringing pleasure to someone was something new to him, and he had always wanted a pet, someone who would be loyal and affectionate to him, and he could have that wouldn't leave him. That he now had one was nice, but he had to admit that owning a teenaged girl was different than what he had originally planned on. Still, he could see a lot of advantages to it, and remembered so much about her. His memory supplied vivid remembrances of the firm feel of his hands on her backside, the fullness of her breasts as they were shown freely to him, her mouth upon him, and how amazing it was to be buried inside...

Shaking himself free of the images that brought up, he shifted in his seat and tried to calm himself down. Explaining just why he was getting bothered by remembering his time with his new pet was something he didn't want to do. So he brought his breathing down as he wondered just how this would all work out. He was reasonably sure that Nabiki wouldn't be on a leash in public anytime soon, but he was pretty sure that she wanted this. Being his pet seemed to be something she desired, and it was rather... amazing that such an attractive girl would volunteer for such a position. But she liked it, and he had to chuckle as his mind tried to work out images of her being like any other pet. It didn't seem quite realistic at the moment, though he did have to admit that he wasn't quite sure how this would all work out.

Sighing to himself, he leaned an elbow on his desk and gave a slight smirk at the path of his thoughts. It was all slightly unreal for him at the moment, and he couldn't quite entirely believe that it was happening. However, he did understand that it seemed to be as he saw it, and he wondered if he would ever be doing his homework with his pet Nabiki laying at the foot of his chair while she waited for him to finish.

Repressing the chuckle the idea brought up, he tried to push himself to pay attention to the teacher

Lunch time was something that all students could enjoy. It meant that they could get away from the usual problems of boredom and work, and get to talk with their friends while getting to have a bite to eat. That time was not that much, but they enjoyed it, along with all the extra special things that it might bring, such as food sold by the snack bar or a certain chef.

Having gotten his snacks already, Ranma got away from the crowds and wondered if he should sneak one while he was walking. Doing so wouldn't be so bad, and he was hungry anyway. But it wouldn't exactly be fair, and he knew that he had to hurry so that he wouldn't waste much time.

So he rounded a corner, enjoying the quiet air of the place and headed for where he was to eat.

And walked right into someone who was walking in the other direction.

"Hey, watch it!" the girl barked, "Who do you... Ranma?"

Blinking at the familiar voice, he stopped worrying about any possibly dropped treats and looked up at her. "Nabiki? What are ya doin' here?"

"I was going to get something to eat from the snack bar. Looks like you already did."

"Well... yeah. Ya know me."

"I do..."

"So..."

"So..."

Both of them laughed and the middle Tendo daughter blushed slightly. "I didn't mean to bump into you."

"I kinda figured that out."

"Then you're not going to punish me for getting in your way?"

"Nah. Why would I..? Oh, yeah."

"Yeah..," she parroted, "So why not?"

"It was an accident. 'Sides, this is school."

"That doesn't matter. I'm your pet, remember? That means everywhere, and at anytime."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"What you're sayin' is if I wanted ta touch ya right now..," he asked.

"There would be no problem at all."

"Is that so?" he murmured and balance his snacks so that he could reach out and poke one of her breasts.

His motion surprised her for a moment, and habit told her to blurt out a biting response. But she was able to quickly repress that and allow his finger to push into the firm flesh of her bosom. That turned into a stroke over the blouse as he ran the back of his knuckle over it, and from there went into cupping the breast with his fingertips. The gestures made her both content and excited, and immediately her mind began to supply images of what he could do to, and make her do in the relative privacy they'd found.

Uncertain of what he should do, he merely blurted the first thing he could think of. "Ya are wearin' a bra?"

The red in her cheeks deepened. "You don't like it?"

"Nah, it's not that! I was just wonderin'..."

"I usually wear one to school. All the girls do. Though I do suppose that I can take it off, and go without it..."

With the image that supplied to him making him gulp, he shook his head. "Maybe later. I don't think that I'd like ta explain ta anyone who don't know why..."

"Ahh..," she replied, happy that it was only the possibility of interruption that stopped him. However a part of her was disappointed as it desired the naughtiness and other things that such an act would bring.

"Uuhh... I... Oh heck..."

"What?"

"I've gotta meet up with Hiroshi and Daisuke," he muttered, and withdrew his hand. "Not ta mention your sister."

"Oh..."

"I guess we'll have to stop now..."

"It's perfectly understandable..," she murmured, but this time her unhappiness was audible.

The pigtailed boy heard it, and bit his lip before coming to a decision. "How's about we make some time later?"

"Huh?"

"We can get together later. Maybe go shoppin' or somethin'."

"That might be a good excuse..."

"What excuse? Sure we could do... other things, but we could actually go shoppin'."

"But what would we buy?"

"I dunno... Maybe pet supplies?" he said with a shrug. "When I was in the stores for... ya know, I saw plenty of stuff that we could get. Includin' some treats for my pet?"

A smile came across her features as she perked up at the idea of all that could mean. "I'd like that."

"Then we'll do it. Right now, I've gotta go before someone comes looking for me, especially wantin' ta do some bashin'."

"Sure thing."

"Then go and do what ya gotta do," Ranma told her, giving her a pat on the head.

As he walked away, Nabiki found herself grinning madly as she realized how well things were progressing. She had herself an owner who was kind, generous and wasn't about to risk their 'relationship'. Of course it was still building up to something, but part of that excitement came from discovery.

Knowing that showing off her happiness might cause problems though, she schooled her features into her normal cool expression and went back to her routine,

After lunch, Ukyo's main problem was trying to figure out math equations that didn't have to do with her business. It was easy enough for her to understand simple mathematics, and she could see where algebra might be helpful. But the constant mind numbing work on more advanced concepts was a bit stressful as it was something she didn't like, but still had to work in. There might have been some of her classmates who would be feeling that they had a lot of time constraints, but with her restaurant to run, she knew that she would be up to her ears in work.

All of it was important for her to graduate though, so she knew that she would have to buckle down and get to work.

At least her fiancé seemed happy enough. He'd perked up quite a bit, and that was something that she was pleased to see. In fact, she would have loved to look at him for the period, but that was something that wasn't allowed. So she had to settle for merely being glad that he was content, and maybe even happy.

Then again, she'd prefer it if he was happy with her, especially if that happiness came with a wedding ring. She could just about imagine herself in a wedding dress with him waiting for her. And then they'd have a wedding night, when they would...

Flushing brightly at the ideas and emotions that idea brought up, she hunched over her desk and went into a flurry of activity in a class which was only moving at a turtle's pace.

It got her a bit of stares in the process.

Tatewakei Kuno lived in a world that was his alone, and he didn't like the idea of attending high school, so much as he didn't think that he should have to be in a room with so many for lessons. To him, tutoring by dedicated teachers was what should have been done for his august person, though he bore the fact that he had to stay through such lectures.

But then, his world was based on his own ego, assumptions about the world, and his own clouded view of samurai books, movies and similar items.

An example of such was going on inside of his head. Instead of paying attention to the English lecture at hand, he was delving into his own little fantasies. And this time they were private enough that he was not about proclaim them.

It had to do with his rescuing of the pigtailed girl, and her giving thanks under a cherry tree for vanquishing the vile Saotome. They began with words, and then something more physical...

That was followed by his imagined saving of Akane Tendo at a beach, as she gave first words of thanks, and then more of herself until he went where no other male had reached.

When that ran through, he considered his two loves giving him thanks as they sat in his room, and then what he thought was inevitable would happen.

His imagination proved to be repetitive, unimaginative, and unrealistic.

He was enthusiastic though, and assumed that he was loved by the ladies upon sight. A part of him did feel bad though, as he knew that others would never have the chances that he would.

Glancing at Nabiki Tendo, he sniffed mightily. No doubt she was a female example of those poor souls, and would never have a man brave enough to brave the chill of her bed. As far as he could tell, she would never feel the pleasures that others would.

Like his two loves, whose beauty and virtue would his own reward.

Which he could fully imagine already, including his daydream about his three way hug.

Akane stopped in mid-thought and felt a chill run down her back. She could see Ranma shiver as well, and frowned. "What was that?" she whispered.

"Dunno," he replied as quietly. "Probably just a breeze, but..."

"What?"

"It was almost like something bad just came around."

She snorted and went back to her studies. There was already enough work and she didn't need to borrow trouble. Besides, even if it was something 'bad', it was probably just one of the idiots who usually stirred up stuff.

Not that she wanted them to. Chaos was too common already, and she'd prefer some quiet. Unfortunately she had a fiancé who's happy act lately was probably due to extra portions from those other girls. But she didn't care, really. He could go wherever he wanted to, and she wouldn't worry. It wasn't like she minded if he went and spent time with some other girl. They were welcome to him, and could share him for all she cared.

Her mind was focused and dedicated on important things, not boys. She didn't imagine him and his strong body in her bed at all. And those meetings in the baths had not impressed her in the slightest.

Especially as she pounded all her naughty thoughts down back into their sealed off corner of her subconscious. As Kasumi showed, the way to go was to be beyond such things. Her elder sister might have been watching over the house after high school, but she got guys like Doctor Tofu interested in her. That, combined with her confidence and skill in her area made the eldest Tendo sister the youngest role model.

That meant no naughty thoughts. Such things were bad, and she'd already seen what those sorts of ideas did to people. Plus, she was strong and confident on her own. She'd stick to the important stuff

Sitting around would have been easy for any one, and that included Ranma. As he had grown up with a father who held 'sleeping' as a recreational activity, he'd gotten used to it. Not that he minded, as it gave him plenty of time to do other things, like read or watch television. It even gave him the chance to think on what he'd like to do later, such as a training session, or stopping in for lunch.

But in this case, he had little opportunity to do anything, as all he could do was to sit around and wait. He had been the one to decide on the trip a few days earlier, and when he had been in school, it had seemed to be a good idea. However, with days to think about it, he was imagining all sorts of possibilities, and with his inexperience, and just awakened libido, he couldn't stop coming up with things to make him fidget in his seat. If he could have, he would have been out the door, and heading along on the trip.

There was one problem with that though.

Even if a girl had given herself to him as a pet, she was still female, and had to take more time than he knew why to get ready.

So he was stuck there, sitting and waiting on his companion to get going, but not able to get into anything to pass the time due to the fear that she'd come when he was busy.

He wondered if making him wait was something that he could punish her for.

And then he got something that jolted him out of his semi-bored state.

"What are you doing laying around Ranma!" barked an all too familiar voice.

Practically jumping to stand up, he looked at his fiancee standing there in her skirt and blouse combo and tried to get his heart rate back down. "I'm not layin' around! I was just restin'!"

"Oh really..? Then you wouldn't mind doing something, would you?"

"Well, no..."

"Good! Then you can help around here!"

"Actually... I can't," he said, rubbing the back of his head.

"And why not? If you're not busy, then why can't you help me in the dojo or something, hmm?"

"Ya see... I've gotta go out..." "Uhh... no."

Akane snorted as she glared at him. "Yeah, right! Where else would you go if not to one of those restaurants?"

"With me, little sister," put in another voice.

"Huh?"

Nabiki came into the room in a top that had a neck line that showed a deep valley of cleavage and a pair of pants that hugged the slim curves of her legs and backside. "He's been waiting on me."

"He has?" the younger girl asked while her fiancé choked on the sight of what the newcomer was wearing.

"Yeah. You know him, always wearing the same things. But I thought that I'd look good, so I took the time to get properly ready."

"But where would he go with you?

"Sounds like you don't think I would be on the up and up."

The youngest Tendo just gave her sister a flat stare.

"Whatever. But just so you can relax, I'll tell you. He has no choice. He has to go."

"What?"

"If he doesn't come with me, it might be a bit of a problem, if you know what I mean."

For a moment, Akane stared at the other girl blankly before she came to a realization, or as close to one as she could with the information she had. If Ranma, the generally clueless jerk, had to go with her sister, the known mercenary money grubber, then he must have agreed to this to pay back one of his many debts. Obviously he was to be some sort of pack mule while her sister went out shopping from store to store.

"So, you see, we have to go," Nabiki drawled. "If you're ready... Ranma."

"Ummm... Yeah," the pigtailed boy agreed, and moved to join the elder girl. "Bye Akane."

"See you later little sis," the middle Tendo purred as the two of them headed for the door

Scowling heavily, Akane watched her sister drag her fiancé out the door. It seemed that yet again the elder girl had gotten the drop on that annoying idiot, and was obviously using whatever she had on him, some sort of money debt no doubt, to make him go with her. She could have even manipulated him into promising to do something with her without him knowing what it was. Whatever the way, she was still up to her old tricks, and was certainly going to milk it for all it was worth.

Not that Akane cared. Oh no, she didn't give a fig about anything her sister might have done to get Ranma to do what she wanted. For all she cared, they could go anywhere they wanted. After all, she had better things to do than to worry about stupid things like this. He was always getting into trouble anyway, so why should this be any different. Besides, it wasn't like anything was going to happen while they were out, other than more likely manipulations from her sister.

In fact, she was so unconcerned that she thought that she would go shopping herself! There were plenty of sales on, and there was a cute little bag that she'd had her eye on. This would give her the chance to see if it was on sale, and she would be able to get the jump on any presents she needed for upcoming birthdays and the like. She could get out there and enjoy herself just as much as Nabiki was. And if she just so happened to come across her fiancé and sister, well then, that was perfectly good.

It wasn't like she was going out just to trail after them. Being in the same area would simply mean that they would eventually come across each other. Which would mean that she would accidentally see what they, or rather Nabiki, were up to. Nothing about it had to deal with any worry or concern on her part, and she certainly wasn't going to check up on Ranma to make sure that he wasn't being taken advantage of too much. There was only the wish to go shopping and make certain that she would have a chance to catch any deals that she could find.

Satisfied with her decision and justification, the youngest Tendo ran up to her room to get her pocket book and money so that she could go through with her plan.

Frowning slightly, Ranma stopped in mid stride and tried to figure out what that odd chill was.

"What is it?" Nabiki asked with a concerned look of her own.

"I dunno... All of a sudden, I felt like somethin' bad might be headin' my way."

"Oh... But it's just a feeling, right?"

"Well... yeah..."

Smiling brightly, she wrapped both of her arms around one of his and pressed her shapely body against him. "Then we can relax and enjoy ourselves, right?"

"Erk! Ya do know that we're still near the dojo. Everybody'll kill us if they see ya doin' this!"

"True..," she allowed, "But don't you like it?"

"Uhh... Uh-huh. I do.., but I'd sorta like ta keep on breathin' too."

"Oh well... I do understand. Maybe we can shop in another ward on this trip, and then we'll get to do this there," she purred softly, "And maybe you can have more fun with me then, if you like."

Ranma blushed very hard as she released him,

The train ride was rather crowded, not that Ranma expected much else. He'd known that such transportation tended to have a lot of passengers, and so they'd get stuck having to find whatever space they could find. It was such a regular part of life that he merely dealt with it.

What he had a problem with was Nabiki's choice of positioning. Nominally it was supposed to keep her from being groped by some pervert who thought the anonymity that this sort of situation was an opportunity. Which made putting him between herself and the rest of the passengers perfectly understandable. However, she also used it as an opportunity.

The way they were created a little private space where she just happened to press against him. Her hands touched him in ways that had him fighting not to jump, and she had a tendency to give him looks that had his heart racing in more ways than one. And then there was the fact that he was in a perfect position to see down her shirt...

"Ya really should calm down, ya know," he reminded her, "There's a lot of people around."

She raised a brow at him. "Am I being a bad girl then?"

"Well... not really, but you're pushin' it."

"Oh... I suppose that you'll have to let me know just how far to go..."

He could feel his blush heating his skin all the way down to his chest.

Walking around the streets of the shopping area, Akane wondered why she hadn't seen her fiancé and sister. It wasn't like she was looking for the two of them, but she hadn't left that much after them. They should have been around there somewhere, and the fact that she hadn't spotted them was strange. But she was certain that she would do so soon enough, and when she did, then she'd deal with the two of them.

Until then, she could go shopping too.

"Oooh! That skirt's pretty..," she commented to herself and headed to the window display she'd just seen, momentarily distracted from her plan.

Once they had gotten off the train, Nabiki had been ready to get on with why they came. The trip hadn't been that much trouble for her, and she had most of the energy she'd gotten on with. There were possibilities here, and she didn't want to waste them.

"You're excited, ain't ya?" Ranma asked as he looked at his pet.

"Definitely. I can't wait to get shopping."

"That's funny, ya know. I've never really known ya ta wanna go ta too many stores."

"Oh?"

He rubbed the back of of his head. "Don't take this the wrong way, but ya take a lot of money, 'xcept ya don't spend it..."

"That... It was mainly a way of keeping score, almost a game, to prove that I was the most clever out of everyone. And they are high school kids. Except Kuno and his sister, not many have a lot of money. Any way, I've never really seen the need for going out and buying lots of stuff when saving it for the good stuff is better."

"Or borrowing it."

"Exactly," she replied, and looped an arm around his, "Only now we're shopping for stuff that could be really great. Where are we going to shop?"

"You're letting me pick?"

"Of course. As my owner, it's your call. And I wouldn't know which one to go to first."

"Huh?"

"Well, there is the opportunity to get more things from the pet store, maybe even an I.D. for my collar, one with a nice name you could give me and you put down as my owner..."

"That'd be... definitely pet stuff," he agreed.

"Or we could go to a clothing store."

"Why there?"

"Because there you could dress your pet up," she told him impishly, "I mean, don't you want to see me in clothing you picked out? Something that you find nice and sexy?"

"Err... Yeah..."

"Or we could go to a costume store."

The pigtailed boy blinked at her. "Ya got a party?"

"Of sorts. That water of yours is not easy to get I suppose."

"Ya don't know the half of it."

"Then we can save it for special occasions. But a costume or two could be fun. Maybe something to make me your puppy just by changing clothing? Or one of those bunny-suits with the stockings and the high heels where it's so low cut that my chest might just bounce up? Or perhaps one of many of the others I can be for you."

"I... guess that'd help when ya have other people 'round..."

"Mmm... I like the way you think. Still, there are certain stores that sell items of an intimate nature, stuff that can be used to make it more fun," she purred.

"'Intimate'?"

"Stuff that in some cases really only has uses when sex is involved."

His eyes widened at the thought of being in a room full of things useful in bedroom actions.

"So Master, where are we going to go first?"

Realising that getting certain items would go a long way to advance the whole thing, and would make Nabiki happy, Ranma decided that there was pretty much just one store to start off with. It would set the mood, and give them a chance to have real stuff to work with. He still wasn't quite sure on how to take this whole thing, but he knew that he could get a handle on it eventually. And it would allow him to imagine himself as a pet owner like any other.

Besides... he knew that this would be one of the harder things to do, and he wanted to get it over with before losing his nerve.

"C'mon, Let's go," he said, taking his pet to guide her along.

Nabiki smiled at him. "You've picked a place?"

"Yup. Goin' ta that store."

"Oooh, fun right off the bat."

Shampoo sighed as she took a breather in between serving tables. At the moment she had a bunch of customers who had come in at pretty much the same time, so it had been a bit of trouble getting all their stuff together. But she had managed it, and dealt with all the problems, including boys hitting on her easily enough.

After all, they had no chance with her anyway, even if she was a free woman. However, she had her Airen and he was more than enough man for her. He had back bone, he was strong, and he wasn't full of himself... well, not much, so long as one stayed away from trying to be better in the Art. Plus, he wasn't as hormonally stupid as some boys, which she did have to admit that he was a bit obtuse in that direction. She didn't mind showing off her body, and getting admiration for it, but the fact that the only boy that she wanted to share it with was apparently oblivious to that fact made it a headache. Still, she had hope one day that she'd get him to drag her off for a wild night.

He was after all the young man of her dreams...

"Shampoo! I love you!"

"EEK!"

"Hey, you're not my Shampoo..."

Though the only one who really wanted to compete for her hand with him was a mostly blind, half witted duck who mistook a middle school girl for her.

Sighing heavily, she wondered if she might get a chance to stop in and see Ranma that evening.

After she smashed Mousse for harassing the customers again.

Ranma looked over the purchases they'd already made and began to wonder how he'd missed the other uses for those products. Sure he'd shied away from such things both out of reluctance to go in that direction, and a wish to stay breathing.

But he'd never gone shopping with Nabiki like this before either. Collars and other things he'd already used, yet some of the stuff she'd picked out were a surprise, like the chains. He wasn't planning on asking though, and he knew that he could figure something out. At least he had made her not get the pet bed, since a big floor pillow would do just as well.

However, there was one thing left, and it had him blushing as he looked at the clerk.

"You want an id tag, but you don't want to put the license number on it," the clerk asked.

"Yeah," Ranma replied, "We sorta... I got a pet ready and waitin', only we don't have the license yet. I'd sorta like ta have everythin' ready before then though."

"Oh really. So, you have a name for your pet?"

"Umm... Well... How's 'bout... 'Nabi-chan'! That's it! And put Ranma Saotome as the owner, 'kay?"

The elder man took a long look at the two teens in front of him and wondered if they knew how obvious they were being. The whole story was inane, but then again, he'd had this sort of thing before. He didn't want to know then, and he didn't want to know now. It was there business, so he merely nodded. "Okay then, just give me a few moments."

"'Nabi-chan'?" Nabiki asked with a sour look at the man went into the back, "What's that?"

"Simple," the pigtailed boy replied, "It's cute."

"So?"

"Pet names are supposed ta be like that, 'specially when ya have a girl pet. 'Sides, ya said it was my choice, and this works, don't ya think."

"Well, yeah," she had to admit. "Too bad it's not legal..."

"Huh?"

"Just imagine if you could openly have me for your pet. I mean so that in the eyes of the neighbors and the law, it would be so."

He shrugged. "Could do that now, only I'd have ta change ya totally ta a dog or somethin'. Not sure I'd want ta go that way though."

Nabiki stared as he wandered off to look at some squeeze-toys and wondered just why she had fear, excitement and pride warring in her chest

Having collected their purchases, including the tag which seemed to be the most important thing to her, they left the pet store. It had been interesting for Ranma, since he'd never shopped this way before. Usually he'd just go in and get what he wanted if he was alone, or be bored as Akane wandered around in a search he couldn't understand. But with this trip, he was not only seeing why girls could look around so much, but he was actually getting some input on the decisions.

"We got everythin'?" he asked idly.

"Yes, we have," Nabiki replied, pulling herself from her musings on the tag. There was plenty of time to consider the possibility of wearing it all the time later. Right now, it was time for shopping, and hopefully for more things that were as... interesting as they'd already gotten.

"Okay then, let's go."

"Definitely."

Sitting off in a corner, Mousse nursed his head and wondered why that girl had to hit him so hard. It had been an honest mistake, and he hadn't thought that she would get that mad over it. But she'd gone and screamed her head off while hitting and kicking him with all she got. There was no chance that she could actually do something to him, but it still hurt, and it was definitely embarrassing.

And that made his beloved have to end the... incident, which she did by use of her bonbori. He wound up on the floor barely conscious while she apologized to the customer. It must have pained her greatly, though he did wish that she found another way to deal with it.

She didn't seem to be too put out though, as she was smiling and fairly bouncing along. Peering through his glasses, he could see her weaving in that way that said that she had something better than what she was doing on her mind. Yet, he was there already, so he couldn't figure out what it could be...

Then he realized just what she must have been planning. His beloved must have been thinking about visiting Saotome again! The guy didn't deserve her, but she was still willing to go see her.

Well, he could deal with that just fine. He'd simply intercept her and prevent Saotome from getting to her, even if he had to go all the way to the Tendo house!

Satisfied with his plan, he smiled to himself, as the day was already looking up.

He had gotten through the vinyl cat outfit with just a bit of anxiety, and had only swallowed hard when she came out in the small dress with the angel wings. The dog stuff, with the gloves and such was oddly cute as well as attractive. And the little batwings did seem to fit her somehow.

But Ranma was having a bit of trouble with the current outfit. It wasn't the idea of it, but rather how she looked in it. The outfit was so tight that she didn't wear anything under it, and it was so low cut that it just cupped her breasts. At the hips it was high cut, lending length to her shapely legs, which would get a boost from the heels she would wear. The bunny ears seemed to fit, just as did the tail on her tail. He could picture himself sneaking into her room to find her all decked out and oddly enough made a realization.

"What are you thinking?" Nabiki asked.

"I'm thinkin' that I know now just why it was such a big thing when I wore one of those," he replied.

"What?"

"I didn't realize what a girl actually looks like ta a guy when they're in that sorta outfit."

That confused her for a moment before she realized just what he meant. "Oh, good. I'm glad you like it."

"Yeah. I like it. A lot."

"And maybe you'll give me some treats when I wear this. Maybe a few... carrots."

"'Carrots'? What..," he began, and then tracked where her eyes were trailing. "Err..."

"Don't worry. I'll be good."

"Glad ta hear it."

"Though, you could always pet your bunny," she suggested, turning around so that she could present her taut rear to him and waggle the cotton ball on it before his eyes. "If you wanted to."

"The things I do..," he sighed, and stroked a hand over her buttocks, making her smile in pleasure.

"That feels good."

"Hope so. Only..."

"Yes?"

"We've still got some shoppin' ta do, and I feel like goin' ta the clothin' store next," he said, giving her backside a gentle swat. "So why don't ya go and get changed so we can get ya another outfit or two?"

She found herself giggling in response, and fairly bounced off to do as he'd suggested

They had to take the time to pay for their chosen items, but Nabiki didn't really mind all the delay. It was a wonderful time for her, as she would be able to go out with her owner, and buy things for their mutual enjoyment. She could pretend that the problems of the world did not exist, and that they were simply Master and pet. Not that she ever really forgot the problems of their situation, but they were far enough away from them to ignore any possible difficulties for the time being.

So she was able to stand before him and pose a little as she showed off her outfit. "How do you like it?"

"It's pretty good," Ranma observed, noting the way the tight skirt clung to her slim legs, "And I... I... Like the top."

"You do?"

"Yeah."

"That's understandable, since you picked it out."

"You don't mind it, do ya?" the pigtailed boy asked.

"Of course not. And that exercise outfit you picked is great."

"Errr... thanks. I just realized that if I'm gonna be your.., ya know, I'd prefer it if I got ya trained."

"And I'm sure that you will... in more ways than one," she told him.

He blushed so heavily he thought his face would catch fire.

"Now... I do have an idea..."

"Ya do?"

"Would you mind putting this on me?" she asked, holding out a choker.

"Sure thing," he said, and did as she asked, "It looks good, but why did ya want me ta do that?"

"I was thinking that it's pretty close to a collar."

"Oh... Well, we can get it, and see 'bout it later."

"Terrific! Now if you don't mind, I think there are some outfits you picked still left."

As far as Akane was concerned, it was a perfectly fine day to go shopping. There were some great things on sale, and the weather was rather nice. It was a day for peering into windows and strolling through markets, and there were many others doing much as she was. She'd already brought a few things, and was keeping an eye out for anything that she might want to add to her purchases.

But she wasn't about admit that she was also looking for her fiancé and sister. The two of them were old enough to take care of themselves, and she certainly didn't care if they went off together. If anything, she was happy for them, and it didn't matter that Nabiki was a manipulative mercenary who had sold revealing pictures of her own family, and Ranma was a simple minded jerk who couldn't out-bluff a sleepy five year old.

It was just that she thought that she might spot them during their own shopping, and could possibly join them.

Oh, and she was the slightest bit... grumpy, and needed a chance to vent.

Which was provided by a familiar, if unwanted face. "Akane Tendo! How wonderful it is to see you! No doubt you must have noticed the fine weather which has come to grace us, and decided to go out in search of another to join you in appreciating this glorious day. And who better to do so with than I, Tatewakei Kuno, who you must have gone in search of so that you might show your love."

"Kuno..," Akane growled in annoyance.

"Since that foul sorcerer is nowhere within reach to interrupt us, come to me and be free to declare your love!" the delusional kendoist declared, "I came out to enjoy the wonder of this day, and the knowledge that you sought me out makes it all the sweeter! Come to me so that we might seek such pleasure together!"

Now, it was said around the school that Akane Tendo couldn't touch the ingredients of a meal without something going wrong. That was incorrect, as Kasumi regularly asked for her help. Though Akane's cooking was not about to win any awards, she was very good at pounding things. When her eldest sister needed someone to tenderize things, she went to the youngest member of the family. It took some careful watching over the work, but when properly supervised, she could make such meals much better, though she did no cooking at all.

She put that skill to great use at the moment.

"I knew that you would come to me!" Kuno happily cried out. "Dive into my arms and... My weapon... OW! OUCH! EEP! AHHHH! OOOF! WAAAA! OOOHH! ACK! GACK! That did not hurt. Gah..."

Tossing down the broken bokuto down on its fallen owner, Akane snorted in disgust, but felt better about herself. She might not be as fast as Ranma, especially with that speed punch, but she could handle herself just fine. Not that she wanted to deal with them, and Ranma could have them all to himself. Still, she liked to know that her skills weren't being wasted.

With a sniff, she turned away from the currently unconscious upper class-man, and restarted her window shopping.

Leaning back against a wall, Ranma tried to look at ease, but he wasn't exactly feeling secure at the moment. Oh, he didn't mind the fact that he was shopping with Nabiki, or that she was his pet. And he was learning to enjoy her little come ons and such.

What was making him fidgety was the fact that he was not only in the ladies' section of a clothing store, but he was standing right at the dressing rooms. There was only one occupied at the moment, but he was terrified of what might happen if a girl came along and something happened. But he tried to put it out of his mind so that he could enjoy the fact that he was supposed to be perverted, at least a little.

"Are you ready to see the next selection?" Nabiki asked him.

"Whenever ya are," he replied, wondering what it would be this time.

She came out and he nearly stopped breathing. Instead of the clothes that he'd expected, she came out only in a matching set of panties and bra. They were made of a sheer fabric that clung to her curves so that nothing was left to the imagination, and only had some lacy designs trailing over them just enough to keep them from being completely see through. Only the difference in color told him that she was wearing anything, and he gulped at the sight.

"So..?" she asked.

"I... I... Oh wow..," he stammered.

"I'll take it as meaning that you like them."

"I do... really... But I thought that what we were doing was coming here to get ya clothing."

"We came to get me clothing that you want to see me in. And that includes lingerie."

"It does? Whoa..."

"Definitely," she told him, and held up another bra, but this one, while seeming to be more solid, was seemed off to him. "What about this one?"

"It looks fine enough, 'xcept I really haven't seen it that much."

"You haven't?"

"Nope. I mean, it's in your hand..."

"Okay. Then let me help you visualize," she replied, and started taking off the bra that she was wearing.

"What are ya doin'?!"

"Nothing. There's no one here, and you're supposed to see my body all you want, remember?"

"Well... yeah..."

"Then I guess there's no problem."

"Yeah... Just be careful, okay."

"I understand." She finished pulling off one bra, giving him a full view of her cleavage, and put on the other one. "Now what do you think?"

"It's... Why are they sellin' bras that are only halfway made?"

Nabiki blinked and looked down to see where her nipples were showing. "It's supposed to be like that, so that a girl can show off her chest when she wants, like for a guy. Such as yourself."

"Oh..."

"I think that I forgot just how innocent you can really be..."

"Ya ain't puttin' me down, are ya?"

"Certainly not. It's one of your good points. Though, I would still like to know how you like it."

"It's... I can imagine ya in your room, 'kay?" he choked out.

"You... Ah, I see."

"Good, 'cause I ain't 'bout ta explain."

"You don't have to. Still there's plenty of lingerie for you to pick from."

"There is..?" "There is," she purred, "And it's all your choice."

"Hey, might not be so bad, huh?"

"That we can definitely agree on."

"'Xcept we shouldn't go overboard. I wanna go home after this."

"You do?"

The pigtailed boy frowned at the sound of disappointment in her voice. "What's the matter?"

"I was hoping that we could make a stop over at the toy store for adults."

"'Toy store'? What... You mean what ya were talkin' 'bout when we left the train."

"Exactly. Can we? I'd like to see if we could get something to use in private. Maybe something you could use on me..."

"Ummm... We'll see. Right now, we haveta finish here, okay?"

"Sure thing," she agreed and started changing into another set.

Ranma just stared and wondered if he should close the changing room up,

"Okay Great-Grandma!" Shampoo called out from the Nekohaten, "I going now!"

"Enjoy yourself child. And don't get into too much trouble," Cologne replied.

As he came out from the back, Mousse heard this and stared as he saw his beloved fairly skipping out and riding off on her bicycle. She had looked so happy as she did it, and she hadn't even bothered to let him know. That hurt a bit, but what had him transfixed on the spot where she'd been was the fact that he had no doubt about where she was going. Certainly she would take the opportunity of having no customers at the moment to go and visit Saotome!

That he couldn't allow, as they were meant to be together, and he was sure that one day she'd realize that. Until then he couldn't give up, and he had to do all he could to prove to her just how dedicated he was. Luckily, he already had a plan, and taken care of every chore that he'd had. So he had nothing in between him and his coming interception of Shampoo.

"Shampoo! Wait for me!" he cried out, racing out the door in the direction she left. He tore out after her, ready to surmount any obstacle in searching for her. Then perhaps when they were alone, she would feel safe enough to tell him how she truly felt! And that was not a chance that he could resist.

The Amazon Matriarch watched him go and wondered just why 'Mister Part Time' had such a desire to follow her great-granddaughter as she made her deliveries. She put it down to youth and stupidity, and pushed it aside. If that fool bothered her too much, Shampoo was perfectly capable of dealing with it, and there were soaps to watch.

Standing on the train as they were on their way home, Ranma glanced out the window and grinned at the sight of the sun just hanging over the horizon. It was a beautiful sight, and even if it was diving behind the buildings of the city, he could find enjoyment in watching it.

"What is it?" Nabiki asked him.

"I just like watchin' the sky is all," he replied.

"I noticed that. Maybe you should try out for something in astronomy."

"Nah... They're just familiar, ya know? When Pops and I were travellin' all 'round, we were at so many different places that I never really counted. But there was always a sunrise and a sunset, and the great thing 'bout 'em was the fact that when ya went ta a new place, there was always somethin' different ta see even though I'd seen a lot of 'em."

"Hmmm..," she observed, "That sounds rather nice... And you just proved that you can be good with words."

"I can..?"

"Yes, you can. Though not in certain situations... like that last store we went to..."

He stopped for a moment as he remembered the place in question, and his reaction to what had been sold within. There had been items he'd never known existed, and there were things which had uses that he had to wonder about who'd thought of them. As it was, he'd barely made his choices, and it was only through his pet's goading that he'd made it through.

"Don't worry. I'll keep quiet about what we brought there, and we'll put it in my room. Until you want to use them on me, that is," she whispered.

Only the fact that he'd been keeping his voice down kept his nervous laughter from getting more than a few odd looks.

Walking along the street, Akane looked up at the darkening sky and noted that the sun had already slipped below the horizon. Which meant that it was getting late, and that she would have to get home soon. Not that she was particularly pleased by how much time she'd wasted, though she was glad that she'd gotten out. After all, she'd gotten some good deals, and hadn't really been out to find her fiancé and sister.

It would have been nice to see them at least once though.

With a great sigh, she passed Mister Matsui's shop as she headed over to go home, hoping that she wouldn't have to rush to get ready for dinner. There was little doubt that she wouldn't have too much trouble in that, but she didn't want to take any chances.

She also could have done without a basically blind Amazon boy diving into her back with a cry of "Shampoo!" Yet she did have it, and barely managed to keep her purchases from getting destroyed. That didn't change the fact that the idiot was hugging her, and his hands were beginning to roam.

"Oh my love! I caught you before you got stuck with that Saotome," Mousse said as he clutched at the girl in his arms. "Now my beloved, you are... missing hair... You're dressed odd too... And these don't feel right..."

Being hugged by a boy like this was something Akane wasn't fond of to say the least, but when he insulted her chest while he was... was... groping her was not to be tolerated. Backhanding him into a nearby wall, she twirled around and glared at him. "Mousse! You idiot!"

"Hmm? Akane Tendo? What are you doing here?" he asked as he weakly managed to slide his glasses onto his face.

"I was shopping, not looking to have you come and jump me like that!"

"Oh... I thought that you were Shampoo for a moment there. I heard a bell and just reacted. When I saw a girl holding something, I thought I'd found my Shampoo."

"Well, you didn't! In fact, the bell came from the bicycle shop I just passed!" she growled as she put her hands on her hips.

"I realize that now, but I was jumping at the chance to catch my beloved before she went and did something terrible!"

"I'm not surprised. But what is happening this time that let you think attacking me.., again, was a good idea?"

"She's been bubbling with happiness all day, and she rushed out the door with barely a word! I think that she's going to search for Ranma!"

That information made the Tendo girl's jaw clench. Not only did she have to worry about Nabiki manipulating Ranma, but now she had to deal with that Amazon girl coming over to push herself on him. She didn't care of course, and he was welcome to what he got, but she didn't like it all the same. It was a direct plan, which would fit the warrior quite well. All of which meant that she had to get home before another mess got started.

"I am sorry about this," he apologized. "I mean, how I could have been so mistaken, I don't know. There is no way that a girl with a figure like yours could have matched Shampoo's."

Growling deep within her throat, Akane decided to give Mousse what his inhalation of his lower limb had given him, and punted him off in the direction of the sunset.

Then she turned away, grumbling under her breath as she fairly stomped her way home.

"You know what Dai?" Hiroshi asked his friend as the two of them idly strolled down the street.

The darker haired boy blinked. "No, what?"

"It's been a pretty quiet day. Ranma hasn't gotten into any fights, the girls have pretty much done nothing, and not a single new weirdo has appeared in the neighborhood."

"I see what you're saying. It is pretty.., I don't know.., peaceful."

"Which means that we haven't got a chance of getting to see some excitement from Ranma, or his girl side, or both."

"It is strange," Daisuke admitted. "It just seems odd not to have something, anything happen."

At that moment, a body flew over them and landed in the canal they'd been walking beside. Peering through a fence, they saw a dazed duck bob to the surface, and simply float there.

"It's Mousse," Hiroshi observed, "Think he annoyed that cute Shampoo again?"

"No... It looked more like Akane's handiwork," Daisuke told him.

"True..."

"Hey, you know what?"

"What?"

"I just remembered that I have a new game at home, and its just begging to be played."

"On that new system you got, with the high resolution graphics?" the lighter haired boy asked, excitement saturating his voice.

"It even has a special level where you can get the female characters different outfits, like miniskirts and bikinis!"

"Great! Let's go!"

The two boys raced off for the game, leaving Mousse behind to recover

Kasumi had enjoyed the peace of the day, as she liked things that way. It had been quiet with no arguments between engaged couples, no fathers pushing agendas, nor were there any visitors creating havoc. Things were as nice as they had been when her mother had been around, which she thought was a high accomplishment.

Not that she minded all those things. Everyone seemed to be so full of life, and ready to go into life. She loved having guests, and was always ready to properly greet any who might come to see them. Of course, she had to make certain that things were well kept, as the house would not clean itself, and someone had to take care of the family's needs. That was her calling, and there was no way that anyone who stopped by could be putting her out.

She just liked the idea of a relaxing day just as much as anyone else.

But when the call of "We're back!" came in her sister's tones, she was more than happy over hearing it, and made her way to the entryway. "Welcome back," she said with a soft smile, "I hope that you got everything that you needed."

"As much as we could," Nabiki confirmed as she slipped out of her shoes. "But we did the best that we could."

"'Course, that means that we wound up buyin' till we couldn't anymore," Ranma grumped as he several bags in his arms.

"You did agree that it was fine to buy them, right?"

"Yeah, yeah... But d'ya realize just how much stuff this is?"

"I do, since I did most of the paying for it."

"Yeah, yeah..."

Looking at his rather put out expression, Kasumi giggled, happy that the two of them seemed to be getting along.

"Well, I figure that we'd better get this stuff away," the pigtailed boy, "So, ya comin'?"

"Right after you," the middle Tendo daughter replied, trailing after him, "And I'll see you later sis'."

"Okay," Kasumi agreed and watched the pair head up the stairs. She smiled as she thought about how nice Ranma had been for carrying Nabiki's things. He was helpful when he needed to be, and she was glad that he was such a nice boy. But with nothing left to do there, she left to head back to her kitchen. Dinner was coming up, and it wouldn't cook itself.

"There we go," Ranma said as he put their purchases on Nabiki's bed. "They look like they're all there."

"You know, I could have carried something," Nabiki told him as she arched a brow.

"Ya coulda, but I'm stronger. 'Sides, I wanted ta."

"That was nice of you."

"I won't even charge ya for it."

Smirking back at him, she put her hands on her hips as she waggled them around. "Not even a little?"

"Nope. And that ain't somethin' that ya can use ta pay."

"I... You know, you still surprise me."

"That's good ta hear," he replied, and then sighed. "But... I can't do any more 'surprisin'' right now."

"Why not?"

"'Cause ya are gonna unpack what we brought and put it away while I go practice. I do haveta, and if I don't Pop might just decide that we need ta spar. And..."

"What?"

"I don't wanna be eatin' like I am now. I need ta get some exercise ta work off some energy."

"Oooh... That sounds interesting, but I suppose that you have to do it," she reluctantly agreed.

"But don't ya worry. We can find another time ta do something."

"I can't wait."

"Guess we'll have ta do it soon then. But for now, I've gotta go," he told her, leaning over her shoulder. He grinned at her, but her attention was more on the fact that his hand was gabbing her jean-clad buttocks and squeezing, with a couple of fingers brushing against her thigh.

"Okay then..."

"'Bye."

Watching him leave, Nabiki realized that she had already begun to respond to his touch. It wasn't massive, but he had managed to make her breath quicker and grow expectant for what she'd hoped would happen. Heck, had he gone further, she would have been ready to go down the slope to total abandonment. But she could see the wisdom of his words. They didn't have the time for it right now, and though that side of her was growing in importance, there were other concerns at the moment.

Besides, he'd left her with a task, and she knew that she had to do it. Once she had gotten control of herself, she closed and locked the door before starting what had been left for her. Heading over to the bags, she began with putting away the clothing. That was simple enough, and expected. Costumes weren't so much of a problem, as she put them as if she was holding them for a possible future event. The pet stuff was harder, and while there were other, more expected places, she knew that if she put them there, questions would be raised.

And then she caught sight of the bag that held what they'd brought at that sex shop. She could still remember it in vivid detail and knew that it would be a long time before she forgot that stop. Just thinking about her owner's reactions had proven to be rather... amusing, and the sight of all those different items was definitely something that she would remember. In that bag was what they had taken away from that store, and represented yet another step in living her fantasy. Which was wonderful, considering she was getting to do something few had ever done.

There wasn't even a problem of seeing herself go back there. Though, she did have to wonder what that woman that had been behind the counter was doing at the moment.

Chuckling to herself in remembrance, Nabiki settled down to the task at hand,

Trudging home, Akane wondered just where her sister and Ranma had gotten to. Not that she had any sort of reason to be concerned, but she should have seen them at least once, and she hadn't. Which she didn't care about of course, and was perfectly fine with. It wasn't like she had been worried that Nabiki had another scheme to use on the dumb jerk, or that she wanted him involved when she got into a fight. She could handle herself just fine, and she was old enough to go shopping without a babysitter.

Seeing them once would have been nice though.

Still, she held resolute over it, as she stepped through the front gate and made her way to the front door. She might have been tired and somewhat aggravated, but she had managed to find some good deals. There was no reason for her to be worried about what her family might think, and she acted nonchalantly as she entered the house.

"I'm home!" she called out, stopping only briefly to kick off her shoes.

"Welcome home!" Kasumi called out, "Did you have a nice time?"

"Yeah, I did!"

"That's wonderful. Dinner will be in a little while, so why don't you clean up and relax for a bit."

"Sure thing," the youngest Tendo agreed as she stepped into the dining area, expecting to only see her eldest sister.

But laying there, idly kicking her feet as she read a manga, was Nabiki dressed in her usual outfit for hanging around the house. The elder girl looked up, and raised a brow at the newcomer. "I see you went shopping too."

"I did. So what?"

"Nothing. Didn't know that you wanted to go."

"I just decided after you left. And where did you go? I didn't see you two."

"She went and dragged me off to some shops further away than usual," Ranma commented as he came in with a glass of water. "Ya wouldn't believe how she can shop when she gets goin'."

"You went to stores away from here?" Akane asked in disbelief.

"That was what I said, wasn't it?"

"And that's it? That's all you did?"

"Why little sister, you sound like we've been doing something naughty," Nabiki drawled, "It's not like I could get this lug to do what he didn't want to."

"Is that so?"

"Okay, okay... So I managed to have a nice time with him. He can be good company when he's not getting into trouble. And I did manage to get him into the lingerie section of one store."

"Hah! So he was being a pervert!"

"Umm... no," the elder girl replied with a shrug, "When we first went in, he looked like his face was about to burn off from the blush. And even when he calmed down, he still wound up looking around like the bras and stuff were going to leap out and attack him."

"Ya try and stay 'round an old pervert who steals that sorta stuff, and see how ya deal with bein' surrounded by it," Ranma groused.

"So... Nothing... bad happened?"

"Nothing at all. Actually, it was pretty nice. Nobody bothered us either."

"So you see," Nabiki put in, "We had a pretty peaceful time. What about you?"

"I... don't want to talk about it. When did you get back?" Akane asked.

"About half an hour, forty five minutes ago. Why?"

"No reason... You really didn't get into trouble?"

"Nah," her fiancé replied, "I could always take ya shoppin' like that one day... If I had ta."

"I see..."

"Going to show us what you brought?" the elder Tendo asked.

Looking down at her bags, Akane pursed her lips before she sighed. "No, I think that I'll take a bath."

"Your choice. Enjoy."

The younger girl nodded, and silently walked off, wondering if she had been imagining things, and possible troubles.

Mousse blinked as the swirling in his head subsided, and found himself glad that ducks floated. Being in the canal was a familiar thing, even though he didn't want it to be so, but if he had to land there, being able to stay without drowning was a plus.

Unfortunately, as he looked up at the sky, he realized just how long he had been out of it. The dark blues and purples in the sky were telling signs of the hold night was having, and that meant that he didn't have that much time before he missed his opportunity.

But since he knew that any chance of getting Shampoo on her route to Saotome was ruined. However, there was still a chance, so long as he moved quickly. He would have to get to the Tendo home and change back in time to get his beloved before she had another meeting with Ranma.

For his plan, it was a good thing that Tokyo had hot water on demand.

His only worry that Saotome hadn't been up to something without him knowing.

Mrs. Ichinose took the cup of tea from her assistant and had a sip. "Ah, just the thing after a long day. A nice cup of your tea, dear." She took another sip and settled her old bones more comfortably into her chair. "I'm glad that tomorrow is not your day off, dear. I hate to think how I would cope with a rush like we'll probably get."

"It usually is slow on a Sunday,' Her assistant said, taking a sip of her own tea.

"And Monday is usually frantic with all the husbands looking for something to sweeten the little woman up after they'd messed up in one way or another." Her expression grew amused and she said, in the tone of voice that indicated she was all set of a nice gossip, "We did have one interesting set of customers however."

Her assistant recognized her cue, and said, "Oh? Do tell."

"Teenagers they were, and thinking themselves quite sneaky the way they crept into the shop. Gave them quite a start I did, speaking up from behind the love dolls like I did. I swear on my sainted mother's grave, the boy actually hung from the ceiling for a second or two."

"Hmm, sounds athletic."

"Oh, he was that. His pet is one lucky little girl if he's not using the old sock trick. And I don't think a looker like her would still be with him if he were the sort to do that. She was a fine little piece. My sainted husband would have been drooling all over her, bless his perverted little soul."

"'Pet'?" The assistant asked, having picked up on that.

The elderly lady laughed. "Oh, yes, quite advanced for their age they were. And likely thinking they were the first people to ever think up that little kink. They'd been to the pet store, I saw the bags, and the girl was wearing tags for goodness sakes. I humored them, of course, let them think they were clever. Didn't want to scare them off before they had a chance to buy something.

"Did they? Buy something?"

"Indeed they did. A tail and and one of our new discrete line of vibrators."

"The mock 'cell phone' you were telling me about?"

"The very same. I had wanted to show it to you. But that will have to wait till we get our next order in. Marvelous little device. Looks just like a cell phone, will even take calls, though all that happens is that it vibrates when it does. But that's the whole point isn't it. For her boyfriend to call her up in the middle of the day, and let her know that he's thinking of her. Especially if she's wearing the special panties that come with it, the one with the small pocket in just the right space."

Her assistant couldn't help but think how nice such a device would have been, if her husband had been in the habit of calling her, that is. Pulling her mind away from that thought, she asked "And they bought a tail as well?"

"Indeed, that's when I knew what their particular little game was for sure. You should have seen her eyes when she spotted the display. She seemed very fond of the cat tail, but for some reason the boy didn't care for it at all. They ended up selecting a big wavy dog tail. Almost didn't buy it, mind you, until I showed her how small a package it would fold up into. These modern materials are really wonderful." Mrs. Ichinose gave a laugh. "You should have seen her boyfriend, dear, when I explained how the tail was secured in place." I haven't seen a face that red since I did career day at my granddaughter's school.

"Don't get me wrong, the boy wasn't some prissy little ninny like that teacher. He might have been embarrassed, but he was sitting up and taking notes, if you know what I mean. A very manly boy indeed, if you know what I mean. Nudge Nudge, wink wink," she said, mimicking a skit from one of her favorite comedy troops. "And the girl, her face said it all. You could read her mind. She was already down on all fours, waiting for him. She certainly had no doubts as to his better qualities."

Her assistant got a wistful look in her eyes. "I hope my dear Ranma is as manly."

"I'm sure he is, dear. And one day you'll be able to give him all those toys you've been laying aside for him."

Sneaking into the Tendo home was not easy, especially for a duck, but Mousse managed it. He had too much to do at the moment, and he didn't want any more delays in his attempt to head off Shampoo. If he could manage to surprise her, then perhaps she would get a bit more of a clue as to the depths of his passion for her.

The problem was that to properly show her his affection, he needed to be human, which could be problematic for someone with a curse like his. He could manipulate faucets somewhat, which did help, but it would take some time to do. Luck was with him though, as the Tendos had something that he could use that was even better, and easier to deal with.

So he headed for the bathroom, sneaking past the game of shogi the two fathers were playing and the cooking that Kasumi was doing. Once he reached it, he managed to get open the door and barreled into the bathing area. His return to humanity was right there, and he dove right in, and came back up in his birth form.

At which time he blinked the water out of his eyes and looked straight at the shocked face of Akane Tendo, who had been soaking there.

Pulling her arms to cover herself, she stared at him for a long moment almost as if she were seeing him for the first time. Her whole body went rigid, and he could see her jaw clench.

About the only thing he could do for a moment was to stare back at her and giggle nervously

Mousse was very aware of the situation as it stood. When faced with certain situations, he wasn't as bad as Tatewakei Kuno, who believe that the feudal era had never stopped. Instead, he was quite aware of Akane Tendo's tendencies involving boys, perceived instances of perversion, and boys who were possible perverts.

Which meant that he was not about to stick around for the pummeling that was obviously coming, and decided that even if he wasn't going to find his Shampoo that evening, it would be best if he got a move on. It was better being hole, and though he'd survive it, he'd rather not go through it at all. So, he meant that he made a very simple decision, and implemented it without any hesitation.

Which was why just as Akane was about to scream, she saw him leap out of the furo and start running as if his life depended on it. Of course, she knew that it did, but this made it even worse, especially since he was... was... showing more!

"GET BACK HERE, YOU PERVERT!" she yelled as she ran out after him, only snagging a towel to cover herself as she went.

Nabiki had been enjoying sitting so close to Ranma as it gave her the chance to be with him, even if she could do so obviously. But it was nice to sit at the table and be there without anyone really knowing what was going on. She could imagine herself laying there unclothed at his side, or cuddling up to him, but this had to suffice for now. It wasn't quite as much as she'd like, but she'd take what she could get.

And it was nice seeing the signs that he had noticed.

"You know, it's nice right now," she murmured. "A rather comfortable time after a pretty nice day."

He blinked back at her. "Ya liked it?"

"Most definitely. Even... Well, I wouldn't mind doing it again."

"Neither would I. Maybe we'll go shoppin' again."

"Could we? There could always be new things to get."

"Yeah, but later. Right now's for relaxin'."

"That's part of the package you know," she told him. "And I'm pretty sure that tonight's a good night for that."

Then Kasumi gasped and dropped the pitcher that she had been carrying. The two of them looked to see a familiar shape running past her, in a state that definitely wasn't normal.

"Did I just see Mousse streak through the house and flash Kasumi?" the pigtailed boy asked flatly.

His pet nodded. "Yeah, I think you did."

"Thought so. 'Xcuse me a minute."

She watched him leave, and turned back in time to see her sister barrel down the same hallway, barely clad, but definitely pissed.

Akane knew that her shock had cost her some time, but she hadn't expected Mousse to pop up like that. Kuno or Happosai, and possibly Ranma, would do that, but she'd always thought that he was too caught up on Shampoo to do something like that. But apparently he was capable of it, as she'd seen, so she'd gone after him as soon as she'd realized what was going on. However, that had still left him with a bit of head start, and she was not happy about it.

Yet, as she turned a corner, she didn't have to continue after him, as he flew back along his path and slid along the ground beside her. That surprised her for a moment, and she stared a bit at him for a second before turning to look at where the boy'd been heading.

Coming from that direction was her fiancé as he cracked his knuckles and scowled darkly. He looked intent on pummeling someone, and it was clear who that was. And that likely meant that he knew what had happened, and was there to take over again.

"I can handle this you know!" she barked, "You don't have to take care of my problems you know!"

"Your problems? Since when is this idiot your problem?" Ranma asked.

"Oh don't you pretend to not know what he did to me!"

"He did something to ya too?"

"What do you mean 'too'?"

"He was runnin' 'round naked and flashed Kasumi without even apologisin'!"

"He did!" she blurted. "That... that... After what he did to me..."

"What did he do to ya anyway?"

"He not only came into the bathroom when I was soaking, but he was naked and got in with me!"

"Okay, he pays for that..."

"Yeah, but I handle it!" Akane declared, stomping her small foot onto the square of the half-blind boy's back as he tried to crawl away. "He's a pervert, and I'm the one to teach him a lesson!"

"But..."

"No 'buts'. He's mine!"

"Er... Okay..."

"Good! And now it's time to show him just what happens to jerks who do things like he did!" she growled and grabbed a broom to hit him with.

"Ya shouldn't use that," her fiancé put in.

"Don't you tell me what to use! What makes you think that you should tell me what to do?!"

"'Cause I was gonna suggest that ya use this."

Taking the aluminum baseball bat that the pigtailed boy offered, she smiled back at him shyly. It touched her that he would do that, and she spent a few seconds wondering if he was learning to be less obnoxious. But movement under heel stopped her, and she decided to begin her lesson, with extreme prejudice.

When her bashes with the bat bent it, she took Ranma's offered pail, and used that. Then she took the shinnai, rod and frying pan that he gave her in order. Each time that something wore out, he gave her something else to use, never doing anything but getting proper weapons and handing them to her.

"Aiya... What going on?" asked an arriving Shampoo as she landed in the yard.

"Oh, hi," Ranma replied as he handed his Tendo fiancee the broom he'd passed on earlier, "Mousse up and decided that he'd take a bath with Akane and then show himself naked ta Kasumi."

"This okay then. Not know he be such big pervert."

"What are ya doin' here anyway?"

"Come give Airen too too good ramen so he no forget Shampoo. Enough for whole family if have to. But right now, need help Violent girl."

"What makes you think I need your help?!" Akane snarled.

"Because he bother you, he need be dealt in proper way. You use this, yes?" the Amazon suggested as she pulled out something and handed it to her rival.

Staring at it for a moment, the annoyance dropped a bit from Akane. "You're sure about this?"

"No be more sure. You use, no?"

"I use, yes. MOUSSE, YOU PERVERT!"

Which was how the sometimes duck got a clear view of one of his beloved's bonbori as Akane used it to smash him into the sky like a golf ball.

"Is good shot," the owner of the weapon reluctantly admitted.

"Thanks," Akane replied, balancing the bonbori on one shoulder.

"I like it when it's quiet, don't you Yuka?" a dark haired girl asked as she strolled up a street.

Her friend nodded. "Yeah. It is exciting to see all that stuff that keeps on happening, but it's nice to have a day that's peaceful once and a while. Of course, it does mean that we didn't really do anything..."

"I can live with that."

"Though, you know that Akane's going to have some kind of trouble again."

"Probably with Ranma," Sayuri muttered, "Though I do have to admit that a lot of it does come without him trying."

"And he definitely is a hunk, even if he's a bit of jerk and an idiot."

"And very, very taken."

"True... But I do have eyes. I can admire him while I go for another guy."

"Just remember to be careful. Guys don't fall from the sky."

At which point, a male figure flew over head and landed in the canal they'd been walking past.

"Well... Not many, anyway."

"That's for sure," Yuka agreed. "And most of them are not good catches at all."

"Uh-HUH."

"Why don't we head over to my house? I've got a new movie with that actor you like so much."

"The one with the cute body and the perfect features?!"

"Yes, and it even has a member of the group that sings the theme in it too."

"I've got to see this!"

"Follow me!" Yuka declared, and the two girls raced off.

Which left a certain duck back in the same position he'd been earlier, as he bobbed unconscious, but upright in the water

In the yard of the Tendo home, three teens stood there and gazed up at where a fourth individual had just been launched. He had gone flying into the air, and rather than being worried about his safety. Instead, they were rather happy to see what their handiwork had resulted in.

The moment passed though, and they turned to each other in that time in between actions where everything was up in the air. Now that the incident was resolved, it was time to deal with it, but they weren't quite clear on just how to deal with that.

Shampoo did know one thing that she had to do. "That good shot. Violent girl do well. But left one thing not done."

"What could I have missed," Akane growled, "I pounded him good."

"Is so."

"Then what's your problem?"

"You not give back bonbori and Shampoo is owner..."

"Oh. Sorry," the other girl muttered, handing the weapon back over.

"Is fine. You just no realize, right?"

"Yes, but I was just happy in getting that idiot. And I did it pretty much by myself, didn't I?"

"Yeah, ya did," Ranma put in as he looked above her., "Only... could ya go back in the house."

"Why should I?! What makes you think that you should do what you tell me?! And look at me when I'm talking to you!"

"I can't..."

"Why not?!"

"Maybe because he thinks that you look too good to be inside," Nabiki drawled as she came outside.

"Really?" her sister said, and posed a little. "I guess being strong doesn't make me uncute, huh?"

"Nope. But the cheesecake show you're putting on doesn't hurt."

"What...?"

"You're wearing only a towel, or did you forget?"

"Shampoo do understand coming out when no having time to dress, but why no put on real outfit," the Amazon added.

Looking down at herself, the youngest Tendo realized that what they were saying was true, as she was completely bare save for a single towel. That was made worse by the fact that she had hurriedly put it on literally on the run, and it was drooping. Any kick higher than knee high would have given anyone a rather... unobstructed view.

"So why you not go inside?"

"Because she was waiting for me!" cackled an aged voice, "And she was so gracious to wrap up a gift!"

"Hey old freak, why don't you go somewhere else," the pigtailed boy snarled.

"Because my Akane-chan's being so kind to me in my twilight years."

"You wish."

"I did, and it came true. With easy removal too!" Happosai declared as he pulled off the towel. "HOTCHA!"

Everyone stared as the toned body of Akane Tendo was clearly shown in all its bare glory. It was in that second that everyone in that yard got a clear view of her form, and were able to see her from small toes to the crown of her head. And they got confirmation that she wasn't flat-chested and that her hair color was natural.

"Oh, how generous of you my dear! Allow me to thank you for your kindness!"

"EEEEEEEKKKKK!" Akane screeched and punched the old pervert into the air before racing back into the house using her arms in a futile effort to keep herself covered.

"She too too strange," Shampoo observed.

"Uhh..," Ranma said dully, still shocked at what had just happened.

"But no need worry about her. I here for you."

"You... are..?"

"Yes! Always," the lavender haired girl declared as she latched her shapely body onto him.

From where she was watching, Nabiki sighed and shook her head.

"Where are all the men?" complained one 'woman' to another. "This is a kunoichi tea house after all. Shouldn't they be crowding this place to get a glimpse of us?"

"I suppose they should sister. But I guess the location isn't that good," her sibling replied.

"I just wish that we got a single, unattached, man to come here."

"Yes, but don't worry. One has to come soon enough. You just have to wait. It's not like men come flying down out of the sky."

At that moment, a male figure came crashing down and landed in the table between them.

"I guess maybe they do."

"He must be for me!" screeched the larger sister as she grabbed the man, small as he might be, and lifted him up happily. "The heavens must have heard my call!"

"It's the best I can come up with two."

"He's a bit... different than what I'd hoped for, but if they sent him... He's all mine!" she cried, and went to hug him.

Which was when Happosai woke up from his happy dream of Akane's unclothed form free to his touch, and came face to bosom with one of the single most ugly women he'd ever looked at. "Dear kami, NO! Please by all that is holy!"

Konatsu's step-sister simply held onto him and hummed happily to herself.

Dinner at the Tendo home had an added dish, and a guest, both of which had come with each other. Both were welcomed, partially because one could not be gotten rid of, but mostly because it was free food and the source of it.

Ranma just had to deal with Shampoo sitting so close to him that her full breasts pressed against his arm while she happily insisted on feeding him.

Nearby, Nabiki had to deal with the odd emotions brought up by both sitting apart from him, and what she was witnessing. She knew that as his pet, she wouldn't be the one who he married, or decided who would marry him, and she was fine with that. But she didn't know just what to think about what emotions what she was seeing brought up.

On the other hand, Akane sat and just stabbed her chopsticks into her bowl as she hunched over and ate. Having dressed in set of sweats and her most demure underwear, she was adding a surly attitude to her defenses. After having her moment of glory ruined like it had, she was not about to allow any further problems for the time being.

A fact that Genma Saotome insisted on woefully ignoring. "You know Tendo, now that your daughter has become open enough to show herself off to my son like that, perhaps now is time to hold the wedding."

"Hmm..," her father murmured, "You maybe right..."

Turning her eyes to her parent, the youngest Tendo gave him a dark glare to match her growl of anger.

"Perhaps not..."

"Oh come on. If she's so willing to show him her charms, then we have to follow what she's telling us she wants," the elder Saotome protested... just before a dainty fist smashed into his gut and made him fold to the floor twitching.

"That all his fault," Shampoo commented, and held up more ramen to Ranma's mouth. "Shampoo glad you not that dumb. He no get to eat now, but you do."

The pigtailed boy smiled weakly and ate the preferred food.

To which Akane growled, and started stabbing into her food harder,

Up until the time that she went to bed, Nabiki acted as if nothing was strange, or different. She knew that she had to hide the shift in her relationship with Ranma. A part of her wanted to let it all out, and just be clearly his pet all the time, so that she would have no worry other than that. But the rational part of her mind realized just how ill-received that could be, and now only in her immediate vicinity.

However, her major concern wasn't about being owned by Ranma, as she was finding great happiness in that.

What her current problem was happened to be what'd she'd watched earlier in the evening.

She had little concern about the idea of other girls wanting him. Just looking at him told her why that could be, and she'd already known that he would have at least four other girls looking to be with him. That was understandable, and she knew that the only way that she could stop them was to marry him, and she wasn't quite seeing that happening.

The problem was that she was finally realizing another part of what would happen with her fantasy becoming reality. Sooner or later, one of those girls would marry her owner, and would become his wife. At which point they might just have to find out about his special pet. She wasn't quite sure on how they could react on it, but she could come up with three general ways.

The girl in question could find out, be disgusted and insist that he end their relationship. Or she could just let him have his little foibles, provided that she was his wife. And what had her biting her lip was the chance that she would not only accept it, but that this girl would want to play with his pet too, in which she would get a mistress along with her Master.

Right then, she wasn't quite sure on how she would handle that possibility, but she knew that it would work into her fantasy. Being his pet, she would always be his, but the idea of him having a wife who would want to play with her too would mean that she would be quite certainly a pet. And it would result in her having situations that she hadn't quite expected becoming possible.

Yet, as she lay there under the covers, another possibility that she had come up with, but hadn't really been willing to face made her really look at it. She knew her own fantasies very well, and was living them out. But she didn't know what the other girls imagined sexually. It was entirely possible that one or more of them might have fantasies like hers, perhaps even to the point of wanting to be his pet. That wasn't something that she was sure that she would like, as she wondered if it did happen, whether they would fight or share. Perhaps they would start off with wanting him for themselves, and being disciplined into being good.

Just imagining someone else, say Shampoo, and herself kneeling before him with him holding leashes that led to collars on their necks was an image that wasn't easily shaken.

Curling up on the bed, and conflicted between possibilities, she only hoped that her dreams would bring relief.

"So, what you are saying is that the Tendo girl beat Mister Part-Time down," Cologne said as she gave her great-granddaughter a long look.

Shampoo gave a single nod. "I saw it with my own eyes. Ranma was helping her, but only in giving her weapons. She did all the real work."

"I suppose that he has learned to put aside his pride enough for a support role."

"Yes. And much as I hate to admit it, she did well enough."

"Ah," the Elder said with a smile, "But she made things, interesting."

"Great-Grandmother?"

"I had not thought that she would ever get the chance, never mind the ability to prove herself."

"So... What does that mean?"

"It means that I have to plan. This girl has surprised me."

The younger Amazon blinked. Usually that was Ranma's forte.

If there was one thing that Ranma was glad for about having taken that trip with his father, it was the fact that his old man could be predictable. Such as the fact that so long as he kept quiet enough, the panda would go to sleep with little worry, and wouldn't wake up until their was food or practicing to be done. And even a fight wouldn't wake the elder Saotome even if it was going on right around him.

Which gave the younger Saotome plenty of time to lay there and stare at the ceiling. He put one forearm over his eyes, and tried to use it to shut out his sight so that he could sleep, but it didn't work. Instead, he just felt a weight, and found himself still very aware of what was around him.

Groaning slightly, he moved the arm to lay on his forehead and stared up, not really seeing what made up what was above him. He had other things on his mind than identifying building materials.

The day had been a rather good one, as he had actually enjoyed shopping with Nabiki. He wasn't going to put going to stores on his list of top things to do, but it had been nice enough. Even her teasing hadn't been that bad, and though he had been put into situations where he'd been afraid of being bashed, he liked those as well. Just the idea that there was this girl that had put herself completely in his hands, and was willing to let him touch her and do... that with him whenever he wanted was rather heady. But the fun of the shopping, and discovery was nice as well, and he was getting into having a girl as a pet.

However, he did have a bit of a problem. Now that he had given a bit of release to his libido, he was noticing the other girls. He found himself admiring Akane's athletic form, especially when that towel had been stolen, and forcing himself to not react that much to the fact that Shampoo was demonstrating during dinner that even if they were large, they didn't necessarily need a bra. Combined with his wondering of what they might be fantasying about in sexual terms, he had a rather mixed up situation at the moment, and it wasn't helped when he thought about Ukyo or Kodachi.

Sighing to himself, he tried to make himself relax. It wasn't impossible, due to a combination of long practice, and the 'Soul of Ice', but it took a bit of time to accomplish. He knew that he could keep himself under control, and reminding himself that he had no idea what they wanted made it easier.

Soon, his breathing became regular, and he fell into a slumber for the night

Pretty much as always at the breakfast table, the Tendo family sat with their two houseguests, looking pretty close to how they always did. Akane was a bit angrier, and Ranma was shying away from anything that make her explode. But other than that, it looked pretty much the same. Nabiki sat and watched the antics, Kasumi served with her continual smile, and Soun was behind his paper once more.

All of which had Genma sighing on the inside. He couldn't understand why his boy hadn't buckled down to his obligation and married Tendo's youngest yet. The girl wasn't ugly, and they had their moments. Yet again and again, opportunities for the two of them to get married were forsaken for some silly act. His boy had even seen her nude several times, and hadn't done more than get hit.

It just made him wonder where he was going wrong. There was no question in his mind that he knew exactly what the boy should be doing, but the boy in question just refused to cooperate. Instead of doing as his father told him, he totally ignored any sort of opportunity to finally fulfill the promise. Just why that was, when his son should have jumped at making sure that honor was followed, and duty was done to his father, he didn't didn't know.

Years had been put into training the boy, and they should have seen their fulfillment now, but instead all he got was arguing and back talk. Time after time they had been in positions to do anything from kiss to go all the way. He didn't know what the problem was, as there would be no disapproval from either father. In fact, it would be celebrated.

But he promised himself that he would do all that he could to get them to finally do as they should have on the first day, and get married.

And then he could finally enjoy his retirement.

He just needed a plan that would work.

Walking into school, Ranma realized something that he hadn't before. He had been well aware of the fact that there was a definite attraction that the boys felt for Akane. His own girl side had been ogled more than he'd liked, and when Shampoo showed up, she was the center of attention. Add the occasional sight of Kodachi, or Ukyo when she wasn't in her boy's clothing, and he'd been aware that they all were rather attractive girls.

But as he walked, he realized just why Hiroshi and Daisuke tended to want and sit to watch the girl's gym class.

There was a majorly big percent of the school's female population that were cute. He hadn't really paid attention before, and he had to admit that the uniforms weren't the most flattering, but he could now see how... good they looked. Most of them weren't the knockouts or bombshells that he'd met and known, but they were pretty enough to catch a guy's eye. And some of them were quite high in the looks department themselves.

There were Akane's friends for instance, who might not have the tight bodies of martial artists, but they were no slouches either. Heck, that could include Nabiki's friends, who were by no means ugly. Or that fortune teller girl, the one who had that easy grace. Or...

Or he could stop while he was ahead and whole. He was reasonably sure that Nabiki wouldn't have that much of a problem sharing, but he wasn't sure he wanted to risk the beating that his fiancees could bring in that sort of situation. Plus, he had no idea if they liked him at all, never mind the idea of being attracted to him. Besides, he knew that there was such a thing as asking for trouble, and he wasn't about to be bothered with it, at least for now.

Even then, he did have to wonder what they would want for themselves.

He did come to one conclusion though, and it was a simple one.

Kuno and the rest were dumber than he had thought if they could ignore the fact that there were other girls that they could try for.

With a big sigh, he walked inside and headed for his class room.

"You mean that he groped you while you were shopping," Sayuri gasped from where she'd been sitting under a tree for lunch, "And then he followed you home to climb into your bath with you?!"

"Don't forget about streaking through my house and flashing Kasumi," Akane grumbled, taking a vicious bite of food.

"That pervert!"

Yuka gave a severe look. "More than that! He must be more... you know, sick than anything. I can't believe that he'd do that."

"She just said that he did!"

"I know that! But what I'm saying is that the idea of someone just jumping in... It's too bad to think about. Where was Ranma in all of this?! Shouldn't he have done something?!"

"Hey, YEAH!"

"I can take care of myself, thank you!" the Tendo girl snapped. "Besides, he... didn't know."

"He didn't?"

"Nope. The pervert ran off before I could scream, and he was sitting near the kitchen. He did go after him when he saw, for all the good it did. I still managed to bash the hell out of that stupid duck."

"You had to do it yourself?"

"I told him that I wanted to do it, and he let me."

"Oh... the ponytailed girl replied with a nod, "So, what happened then?"

"Shampoo of all people came and helped. She lent me that big mace of hers, and I sent him flying. Of course, she went and acted all 'touchy feelie' with Ranma once it was over. And I had to run inside when that old pervert stole the towel that I was wearing."

"Sounds like you had a rough evening," Yuka said sympathetically.

"Really rough," Sayuri agreed.

"Yeah, well, I'm just glad that I'm not going to see any Amazons for at least the next few hours. They all seem to be bad news one way or another at some time..," Akane growled... and then gave a yelp as she felt something hard smack her on the top of her head. "What was that?!"

"That was me child," Cologne informed her as she pulled back her staff. "I really don't think that you should insult us like that."

"What? Why?"

"Because of what you did."

"Beating Mousse?"

"Exactly, and though he really deserves all that he gets, it gave me a pleasant surprise. There are some rather intriguing individuals here who have the possibility to become quite good, and you were one of them. I had never thought that you would manage to prove your worth though. I've always known that you had the drive and the fire, but never the control. Of course, you had the focus, but the control is key."

"What are you talking about?" the youngest Tendo asked.

"It's quite simple. By beating Mousse, you've proven to be more skilled than I'd hoped for. You do realize that not everyone has your level of strength and the ability to hit like you do."

"Ranma beats him all the time. Why don't you go bother him?"

"Because Ranma is an Amazon by our laws, due to his relationship with Shampoo. You on the other hand... you are a surprise."

"I am..?"

"Yes, you are," the Elder replied. "Your skills are lacking, and you likely have work to do to rein in that temper of yours, but you've begun to show a bit more promise as a fighter."

"See? And you've always ignored me. Maybe now that great granddaughter of yours won't bother us any more."

"That's up to her. But you... I wouldn't wish Mousse's presence on anyone, but it did prove that you weren't so clouded as I'd thought. Which means that you have just become more interesting girl."

"How so..?"

"You'll see," Cologne drawled, and hopped away.

"Why doesn't that sound good?" Yuka asked,

Cologne was a rather happy camper as she hopped her way back to the Nekohaten. It was shaping up to be a rather nice day in her estimation, and as such, her spirits were up. Things around this area were good for an old woman who'd been moldering back in that village. Here she could do some living while she got several things accomplished before she started on her journey to join her ancestors.

All because a red headed 'girl' had gone and defeated her great-granddaughter and Heir on the tournament day. That single instance change the path of things, for the better as far as she was concerned. The village was rather isolated, and nothing really ever happened save for the occasional fight or struggle every so often. Things could stagnate in the future, but at the moment they were rather more... sedate. It was good for both of them to get out and away from the other Amazons for a while.

After all, it got them some experience with the outside world, and gave Shampoo some experience in decision making without the permanent damage that could come from doing it at home. Besides, the chance to have conviantces like indoor plumbing and central heating were rather nice for someone as old as she. And it got her away from the meaningless platitudes, incessant whining, and constant planning that being Matriarch put her in.

But what made it wonderful was the fact that she was in a place that seemed to flow with people who were talented in the Art. Shampoo got experience, and she got individuals to train. Here she wasn't expected to be the high and mighty Matriarch, but the wise, and sometimes annoying, Sensei. To have students like this was a windfall for a woman who'd thought that she'd die seeing the same routine her entire life.

And to think that the Tendo girl was finally showing some real promise. There had been points when she'd seemed to be growing, but it never really showed any fire works. If she had to be honest, she would have to admit that there were times that she thought that Akane had all the focus and lack of control of a warthog in estrus. The girl had strength and talent, but breaking boards were not the way to gain the sort of skill she had in mind. Lucky for her, she had an experienced teacher to show her a way to become better than her father could ever have gotten her.

Cackling to herself, she bounced along, enjoying the chance to add another student to her instruction, even if she had to wait to set it up.

There were soaps to watch after all.

Tatewakei Kuno looked over the school's training hall with his brow furrowed in thought. Things were not going as they should in his belief. The foul sorcerer should have been defeated many times over, but despite the will of the Heavens, the cretin had managed to elude true justice. By everything that was right, the pigtailed girl and Akane Tendo should be in his arms, staring in wonderment at the structure that was dedicated to strengthening his skill with the blade. Yet his fierce tigress was in another classroom, and the wondrous pigtailed girl was as elusive as ever.

But he would not cease fighting for what should be his! Akane was a passionate strength in such a dainty form that only he could hope to truly care for and appreciate her. And was not her family name symbolic of the Heavens that supported and guided him? The pigtailed girl had already shown her affection for him, and he'd known for almost as long as he had known her that Saotome had bound her to him. How could he, a dedicated warrior, leave such a beauteous flower to such a fate?

No, he would go on fighting, even if his enemy's powers seemed to have no weakness. He would find it soon enough, and when he did, he'd free his two loves from the darkness which bound them. Then they would be able to finally follow their hearts and run to be with him. At which time the worst thing he could do would be to choose between them in anyway, but he did have to admit that he would be more than enough man for both of them.

"Tremble in fear Saotome! Know that I shall come soon enough, and when I do, your depraved hold on the pigtailed girl and Akane Tendo will cease and they will join me in the joys of love!" he declared, posing as dramatically as possible.

The other members of the kendo team looked over, saw that the noise was just their captain being an idiot again, and shrugged as they went back to their training.

Not that he noticed. "BWA-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Achoo! Damned place must be gettin' ta me," Ranma muttered as he looked around an area that the janitors had apparently abandoned. There was always a possibility of this happening, but he'd never thought of it actually happening on this scale. When a hallway, albiet a small one, was left alone, it was rather surprising. "'Course, this place ain't ever been normal."

Shrugging to himself, he went down that way, since the records showed that what he wanted was down this way. He didn't want to go, but the teacher had asked him to get some old book, and the area where they kept the last copies they had there were in this direction. Fortunately, the doors were unlocked, and he fully expected a box or two.

What he got was a place that was full of boxes, some of which had so much dust on them that he could right on them with his finger. Lighting was minimal, and the metal shelves weren't that much. He just had little idea of what it was. Pulling one book out, he looked over the title and smirked.

"'Regulations for Headmasters, huh? Must be where the pineapple idiot sticks the stuff he don't want to bother with," he commented to himself and blinked as he saw glinting nearby. Tossing down the book, he went over to a set of crates in the back and pulled them out of the way. Once he did so, he found a door which looked like it hadn't been opened in years.

It was no trouble for him though, and he managed to get it open without much trouble. Peering inside, he found some darkness, but then he found a light switch to illuminate a small room that looked like it was full of some old furniture. "Musta decided that they didn't need it... Or just forgot 'bout it. Other room was probably a classroom once. Hmm..."

As he thought, he realized that this was a rather lonely place. No one seemed to be there before him, and other than a little junk, it wasn't anything special. There wasn't a ghost, or mysterious object in sight, and he was glad for that. After all that he had been through, he didn't want to deal with more junk coming his way. But it was rather nice and private, which he knew that he could use, even if he didn't know how.

Returning it to its earlier state, he left intent on thinking of what he could do with the room as he went back to his classroom.

And then he ran back in so that he could find and grab the book he'd been asked for, before racing back to make up for lost time

Sitting in his classroom, Tatewakei Kuno sat and pondered deep thoughts. They were always thick within his minds, and he knew that none could fault him for his considerations. A brain such as his could never be at total rest, even in meditation, because it held such passions that they could not be maintained. But he tried to do it anyway, since he couldn't help but try to be the glorious samurai that the Heavens proclaimed him to be.

So he continued his meditations, and tried to concentrate on his work. Not all of it seemed to be important, or worth the time of someone of his stature, but he was certain that he could manage to endure it. Miyamoto Musashi would never falter, and neither would he. Instead, he would continue on and wait for his next opportunity to strike against the vile fool who would hold his loves against their will. It wouldn't have to be too long, as they would be released soon enough, but he wanted to do it as soon as he could.

And when it would be done, they would run into his arms to give him their thanks, and declarations of love! He could almost see them right at that moment, and knew that their hearts were only for him. A smile curved his lips and he found himself feeling his arms wrapping around Akane Tendo as she ran into them as he stood over the battered body of her tormenter. She would be held there, tight and safe as he looked up at him just as he imagined, saying in that petite voice of hers, "Kuno..."

"Oh, yes my love..?"

"I didn't know that you felt that way about me, because I certainly don't return the emotion."

"Eh?" he said with a frown and looked down to see a familiar face instead of the one he'd been thinking of. "Nabiki Tendo?"

"The one and only," the middle Tendo daughter replied with a sour look on her face. "You mind telling me what you think you're doing?"

"I was imagining my victory over Saotome and having your more lovely sister in my arms."

"Were you now? Well, I hate to break this to you, but we're in class, you grabbed me, and if you don't let me go, I'll show you that Akane isn't the only Tendo sister that can hit you."

He let her go, but merely gave her a superior look. "It must have been your relation and similarity to her that made me make that mistake. But hold no illusions, you are not the one worthy for my heart."

"Oh, am I now?"

"Precisely, and I am glad that you understand."

"Understand this, Mister Kuno," the teacher said as he pinched the bridge of his nose, "Take a couple of buckets and go stand in the hall."

"I do not think..."

"Don't think. Just go."

"As you wish. It is a samurai's duty to do as he must."

Nabiki rolled her eyes as she watched him go, and shivered as she thought about him touching her. 'Now I know why they don't like it. Good thing that Master's the guy who's supposed to do that for me.'

Fighting down the latest of sneezes that seemed to have been brought on by nothing, Akane wondered if she should have some tea when she got home. At the moment, she felt fine, but she knew that it could be only the beginning of a cold. Still she wasn't too worried, as it didn't seem to be too bad.

But she did have some concern over Cologne's actions. She wasn't sure that she trusted the old woman, or just how far she could. Sure the Elder had helped out on occasion, but one couldn't forget just why she was there. Cologne was there to help Shampoo get Ranma after all, so that they could follow those stupid laws of theirs. Not that she cared if he really was dragged away and she couldn't stop it, but she did know that they could always try to clear the way by getting rid of her.

Having a chance to get better training was alluring though. Being able to become stronger would be nice, and if it was real, then it wouldn't be any artificial thing that she would have to get rid of. She could be stronger and faster, as well as being able to take care of problems on her own. Perhaps she could get a special move of her very own.

Then maybe she could be good for something. Not that she had any doubt that she was a great person, but she wanted to be known for something, to have someone be able to say 'Oh Akane? She's great at this'. Kasumi was the most kind and gentle soul she knew, and if anything needed doing in the house, she could do it. Nabiki was real smart, and she could manage all sorts of school stuff along side her schemes. She wanted to be more like her eldest sister, but she still wanted to be celebrated for something.

Her track record wasn't that good though. As a martial artist, there were others showing her up. Though her sister was domestically inclined, near everything she did in that area was not well received. Her romantic situation boiled down to a jerk of a fiancé, and obsessive idiots who couldn't take no for an answer. And that didn't mention her swimming 'problem' and other things.

This was a chance to make it show that she could be someone, and be able to prove it without concern. She wanted to be able to meet any challenge and succeed. Maybe with this she would finally be able to accomplish it.

And she could do something special.

Mousse walked along the street and tried not to wince with every step. His bandages had bandages, and they were all over. Head, legs, arms, or chest, it didn't matter where he had a body part, it was hurt. Even if there wasn't a place covered by white linen, there was plenty of soreness and stiffness all over him that his muscles just wanted him to lay down and not move for the rest of his life.

He knew that couldn't do that. Shampoo was out there somewhere, and he didn't want to just give up on her. His love could not be abandoned, and he was certain that one day he would be with her. Then they could finally live together, be married and have children together as every couple paired by True Love would.

What he would give up on was the constant problems that he'd had recently with Akane Tendo. As far as he was concerned, it would be best if he continued how things had been before the last few disasters with her. She likely wouldn't want to see him ever again, but that was better for him. It wasn't her that he wanted, and offending a girl like that wasn't what he wanted to do. Especially one who could hit like that when she was mad.

Treating her like that wasn't what he had in mind, and if he could, he would try to make up for it.

At the moment however, he had to make certain that Shampoo hadn't reacted too badly to what had happened with the Tendo girl.

He just hoped that he would be able to fix it quickly and not have too much of a delay in his fated pairing with his beloved

For most who went to school, the end of classes for the day meant a lot of relief to all of them. Students were given a respite from all the work that came in their direction, and the teachers would have finished the main work of the day. Both groups would have more to do, but it would be something that they could mainly do in their own time.

So it was a relaxed bunch of students who streamed out of the school. There was talking between friends, easy strides away from the building, and the planning of what to do later. It was rather normal, as it happened everyday. And everyone was looking forwards to a bit of relaxation along with whatever else they had decided on doing.

Ranma was one of those people, and he was happy to get out of that place. If it wasn't boring him into slumber, it was the site of some sort of strangeness that would usually put him into some insane situation. Now he could go home, practice, eat, relax and perhaps spend some time with his new pet or her sister. But as he walked, about the only thing that was odd was how Akane was quiet as she walked beside him. Not that he minded, but she was usually saying something. At the moment though, she seemed like she was thinking deep thoughts and he didn't want to risk a bashing to bother her.

He merely strolled out, simply happy to be heading home after being stuck in a classroom all day.

Unfortunately, a familiar voice wouldn't allow that as a figure came forth, waving a representation of a sword around. "SAOTOME!"

"Kuno..," Ranma groaned as he and Akane came to a stop. "What d'ya want this time?"

"I want you to admit your crimes against the fair Akane Tendo and the energetic pigtailed girl, and give up any hold that you might have upon them. If you do not, I will be forced to do you great harm when I defeat you."

"Like that'd happen. Still, I'm in the middle of goin' home. Ya mind botherin' me some other time?"

"You can not brush me off that easily! I shall free my wondrous loves from your stranglehold so that they may come to my arms and exclaim their devotion!"

"You're kiddin' right?" the pigtailed boy asked as he turned to his fiancee. "Ya wanna do that?"

"Are you kidding?!" Akane snapped.

"Didn't think so."

"Your magics forced those words past her soft lips, but I will not allow your forced lies to divert me from my path!" the wannabe samurai barked. "Akane Tendo and the pigtailed girl are my loves, and once I remove you from my path, I will be able to accept their affections without concern."

"Huh? Ain't there a possibility that ya could find other loves?"

"Absolutely not! Where else could I find beauties such as they? Besides, I could never leave a damsel in such distress, never mind two."

"You really are an idiot, ain't ya? Look 'round ya. There are plenty of cute girls. I mean, there are plenty of nice, good lookin' girls goin' ta this school, and a lot of 'em are lookin' for boyfriends. Why don't ya try with one of them?"

"Because they are not the ones worthy to be my loves."

"Eh?" Ranma said with a blink, "Ya are gonna dismiss 'em 'cause of that?"

"Of course! Now, the time for talk is over! Have at... OOF!"

"Idiot."

"That did not hurt."

Rolling his eyes, Ranma turned away from where Kuno was embedded and falling unconscious in the wall by his kick, and faced a staring Akane. "Ya ready ta go?"

"Uh... Sure..," she agreed as she continued to look at him while they walked away.

Behind them, they left a group of students behind staring at them. The boys were basically confused, looking around them as they realized just what Saotome had been saying. They had seen the cute girls, but now they were trying to figure out when the other boy had realized it.

But the girls were moving quicker. Word was spreading out that the boy that many had thought rude and crude wasn't quite as irredeemable as had been once thought. Many of them wondered which among their numbers the very cute boy had been talking about. For much of their group, he was elevated from 'obnoxious jerk' to 'clueless but good looking'. He hadn't said anything that had made it sound like he had been about to abandon the girls around him, but the idea that he would still appreciate their looks without being perverted made for a rather nice change.

And so, things started to happen that Ranma never meant to start with his off hand comment

Akane walked along side Ranma as they headed home, but she wasn't really caring about how long it would take them to get home. There had been another incident with Kuno, and she was certain that there would be more. But this time was different from the usual 'bash the idiot and leave him' resolution to dealing with the wannabe samurai.

And it was all due to Ranma.

Usually he would simply do as she would, and smash the idiot. She didn't have a problem that in and of itself, and it did do it this time. What made it different this time was the fact that he had tried to talk to the moron. It hadn't worked, and she was pretty sure that he had known that it wouldn't but at least he had tried.

That had her totally puzzled, and yet... excited somehow. The obnoxious jerk was actually trying to discuss things. He'd even offered a solution. It made her wonder if he was really starting to show the part of him that she'd thought that she'd glimpsed from time to time.

Of course, she did have to wonder where and when he had noticed the other girls. There could have been something perverted after all, and he had never said just who he had noticed. A bit of concern was there over the possibility in that regard. Her friends could have been the ones that he had been mentioning after all, and who knew who else he could have been secretly looking at.

Yet, for the most part, she was reassured that he hadn't said anything too bad. He'd mentioned only that there were attractive girls, and that a guy who wasn't him should ask them out. Even if it had been Kuno he was talking to, that said a lot of things to her. Not all of them she was clear on, so she kept quiet and tried to figure out just what all this meant.

With this adding on top of Cologne's seeming attitude shift, she needed all the time to think that she could get.

Kuno cracked his eyes open and lifted his head as he realized that he was looking at the ground. It was a terribly undignified position for a personage such as himself, and he wondered why those who had been nearby hadn't bothered to assist him in his distress. He was perfectly able to do it himself, but he was rather put out that once again, not a single member of the populace had been willing to help him with this situation.

For that, he blamed Saotome and his foul magics.

Looking up, he realized that he was surrounded by feminine figures. No doubts to pay their respects, and shower him with adoration. They stood there with a mixture of outfits, with a large proportion of them being from the female sports teams. He remembered once informing them of the inherent wrong in having females participating in sports with such rough and tumble situations, and obviously they had come to tell him that they were putting down their equipment and taking up sports that were more towards the feminine spirit.

"No doubt you have come to help me recover from any injuries that I might have incurred," he told them.

"No," said the softball team's captain before joining in with all the other girls in the 'pummel Kuno' task.

Nabiki caught up with Ranma as he walked down the upstairs hallway, and darted around him so that he could see her grin. "I heard about you and Kuno earlier."

"Huh? Oh, that? Figured that I should at least try ta get him ta realize that there were plenty of other girls at the school," he told her and his expression soured. "Fat lot of good it did."

"Well, he is a moron."

"True, but I was kinda hopin' that he'd see the girls as 'girls', rather than somethin' like 'subjects'."

"Like you do," she mentioned.

"Yeah, so?"

"I've never known you to be interested in any of them. I mean, you've never seemed to notice them."

"Seein' them was somethin' I've done all the time. I'm only just realisin' just how nice lookin' some of 'em are," he replied.

"Okay... But... Do you actually like any of them? I mean... Are you interested in being with them..."

"What's this 'bout anyway? I mean, ya have a problem with any of them, or me bein' interested in another girl?"

"Ummm... You... There are so many of them... And I thought..."

"What?"

"Maybe you'd like to be with one of them... And I'd be... That you wouldn't want to..."

Scowling hard, he practically dragged her into her room before locking the two of them in there. "Are ya tellin' me that ya are afraid of me gettin' a girl ta replace ya?"

"Some..," she began. "I... I don't know... What would happen if you finally married one of your fiancees, and they didn't want me around? Or they had ideas of their own..."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah..."

Taking her by the shoulders he looked her straight in the eye. "Do I look like an idiot panda who only thinks 'bout where he's goin' ta get what he wants? Huh?"

"No..."

"Then stop worryin'. I might try ta get outta my obligations some times, but I ain't 'bout ta abandon them. I told ya that ya will be my pet, and that's that."

"Really..," she breathed happily.

"Yup. Nothin's gonna change that. Ya are my pet until we decide otherwise, or, well... somethin' happens and we can't do it any more. Any girl that I'm with will have ta accept ya, and I'll make it so that everythin's okay. I don't know how, but I'll manage it somehow."

"And if you get another pet? Or maybe a slave..?"

"Then... You'll still be mine, and I'll probably be goin' nuts. Or havin' more fun."

She gave him a slight smile. "I'm happy to hear that."

"Good. Now, ya don't got any problems with that?"

"None. With you at least. The other girls... Well, they would be having the real problems I guess..."

"Ya know what? I know how ta make ya understand."

"How?"

"Like this," he told her as he pulled her to him so that her breasts crushed against his chest. Then he put his arms around her and cupped her backside with his hands as he gave her a hard kiss on the mouth, one that left her using the last little bit of breath that he left her to groan in pleasure deep in her throat.

When they seperated, her eyes were hooded, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Ya good now?"

"Very good," she agreed.

"That's great ta hear."

She nodded and leaned into him, with her head laying against his shoulder as they stood there for a moment

Nabiki nuzzled his chest, loving the feel of his strong body against hers. He might be confused on occasion and not really clear on their new relationship, but he did have a spine and a will of his own. Many guys she had known over her life had either been perverted, idiotic or just plan dumb, and he was a breath of fresh air compared to them. She loved how he made her feel, and his willingness not to judge as quickly as some might have.

It made her feel free to do things that she'd always teased at, and so she gave him a little wiggle of her body so that she rubbed up against him where ever they touched.

"Ya meant ta do that, didn't ya?" he asked with a groan.

"Of course I did. You don't mind cuddling, do you?" she asked lightly.

"Mind? Nah. But ya know what that's doin' ta me..."

"Oooh... Have I made you happier?"

"Among other things. But I ain't sure if ya are quite sure 'bout what it is..."

"I am quite sure I know," his pet told him.

"Ya are?"

"Yes, and you don't have to hold back. It is what I'm here for."

"Ya sure?"

"Definitely."

"Let's see then," he told her as he guided her to her bed, pulling her jumper off of her as they went. Laying her upon the mattress, he opened up her blouse, kissing and licking the supple feminine flesh as it was exposed. He had gotten to reaching around her for the clasp of her bra when he noticed the tags hanging from the chain around her neck. "Ya wore 'em?"

"Uh-huh... Made sure no one saw them, but it felt so good to have them there..."

Shrugging slightly, he pulled off her bra and pressed his hands against her cleavage so that her breasts wrapped around the tags. The feel of the cool metal against her heated skin made for a wonderful sensation, and she sighed a bit as he gently nibbled at her nipples. Her fingers came up to help him get out of his shirt, but they were trembling as his teeth slid against the hard nubs that had his attention.

Barely moving enough to get his upper clothing off, he knelt between her legs, and slid his hands down her flanks so that he could reach her panties. Hooking his fingers under the skimpy garment, he slipped them off her hips and legs, which he moved so that her feet were pointing towards the ceiling. He moved slowly, making sure to brush his fingers against her skin as he pulled them up and over her feet before tossing the piece of cloth aside.

Slipping out of his pants and boxers, he sat there with her calves on his bare shoulders as he slid two fingers over her most intimate space. Tingles shot up her spine as he played with the slick petals, and she whimpered as he pushed the digits into the tight opening. Rubbing the hardened nub there, he grinned at her.

"Ya like that?" he asked as he stroked her buttocks with his free hand.

"Yes... Yes!" she groaned, her breath rather heavy.

"And what ya sure 'bout bein' this way?"

"Yes... I want this... I want to be your pet..."

"Well, I ain't 'bout ta deny ya. And I want my pet."

She smiled back at him just as he slid his manhood into her. Her hands clutched at the bed as he began to pump into her, and she oddly enough enjoyed all the stretching exercises that she'd done, as it made her limber enough to enjoy this. His thighs smacked into her buttocks with growing repetition as he leaned over her and looked her deep in the eyes. Her world went down to his eyes and what he was doing to her as the two of them went into a rhythm that had the both of them panting in need.

When release finally came, she arched up from the mattress, and had to bite her lip to keep from screaming out her pleasure. His came at about the same time as he slammed himself deep into her, though neither could really tell which had happened first. But it did not matter, as they both found a peak to be together, and slowly, he lowered down to the bed so that he could lay beside her and cuddle in the aftermath of their passion.

"So..," Ranma murmured while he stroked her supple form, "How'd ya like that?"

"I loved it. Loved it a lot. "But I do have to ask one thing," she replied.

"What's that?"

"Why did you want to go from the front? I mean, it was wonderful, but I wouldn't have minded assuming the position that I was in the other times."

"It's real simple."

"Yes?"

"I wanted ta see your face when we got ya ta... ya know. I wanted ta see ya as happy as ya'd get."

Her expression became a tremulous smile and she snuggled up against him with an up-swelling of affection for her Master.

"'Course, there'll be other time's that I'll want ta see ya like that."

"Whenever you want."

"Good. And I wanna see ya happy when we ain't in bed, got me?"

"Ye...yes... I've got you."

He hugged her and sighed. "That's great ta hear. Too bad we can just stay here..."

"We could..."

"For now, but I've got ta get goin'."

"Why?" she asked, not enjoying the idea of ending this wonderful moment.

"'Cause much as I'd like ta stay, I don't wanna be caught and get hassled 'bout this. Plus... I do gotta do some things."

"I... I understand..."

"Good," he said, and kissed the top of her head. "Don't worry. Maybe soon enough we'll have another day ta enjoy ourselves."

"I hope so."

Tightening his hold on her for a moment, he waited there in silence as the two of them enjoyed being there together. But eventually he let her go and got up so that he could get redressed. "I'll leave first, and ya can come later."

"Okay."

"And... I'll really wanna continue this later."

"Me too..."

Nodding back at her, he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

Laying there, she watched him go, never stopping to dress herself when he was there. She could have done it, but it just felt right to let him see her body the entire time. One hand reached up to grasp the tags that were hanging between her breasts, and she held onto them as she reassured herself with the knowledge that no matter what would happen, she would be his pet. It gave her a warm feeling in several places, but she merely sat up and enjoyed them.

Then she reluctantly picked up her clothing, and chose new ones as she knew that he was right. Not that she enjoyed the problem, but she did understand it. So she prepared to clean herself up, and get dressed in another outfit .

First of many Chapters of Master's Way decided to break apart into many chapters instead of one massive 300k + chap.

Original Authors:

Kender

Thrythlind

Bast!

Deus_Ex_Machina

Jamil Nate